“Hey...” Ben whined.“Oh, you hush,” I told him. “We have your best interests at heart here.”Bink’s brow wrinkled. That mean’s she’s ...ot only thinking, but she’s arrived at a decision. She picked up her phone, tapped at it for a minute, then said, “I just told Mom that we wanna come visit and we’ll bring something for dinner...”“I’m sure the conversation will be interesting,” Ben said.I was sitting on the floor between his spread legs. I like it here. We’re just talking, okay? I find teasing,. “Jemima,” I growled, going up onto straight arms.The way we were at the time, she was on her back, wedged into the corner of the sofa, legs wide, knees up to her shoulders while, vulnerable to my physical size and strength, I used her pussy like I wanted to tear her apart.We fucked, with me pounding away, the suggestion I give my own daughter my sperm causing the surge.“Dad, you’re coming!” Jemima yipped, like it was any surprise. “God, yes, do it inside me,” she added, hauling herself up to. I know we are in Italy and all, but that does not mean that you should be walking around with that sexy ass of yours on display, showing your stuff, and your nipples showing every time you move. She blushed You really think I have a sexy butt? I figured that I had used the wrong words, but it was when I thought about it. I guess it is and you are a beautiful girl. I did not mean to make you feel self conscious like that. She gave me a big hug Thanks for making me feel better. As I looked down. She came up behind him and put her arms around him and pulled him to her. He kissed her quickly and continued fixing the bacon and eggs. Ron set the food on the table and Brenda complimented him on his cooking."It's nice being waited on," she said.Ron laughed, "Don't be too happy about it, you have to clean up the kitchen. You have never cleaned up after a man cooks, have you?"Brenda found out that he was right. She washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen counters and spatters on the walls.