" Yeah, you do that. TV will really help you think!"Kathy heard footsteps on the stairs and the sound of the TV in the living room. Poor Daddy, he mus... really be upset! She'd better go downstairs and comfort him.She hopped out of bed and peeled off her sleepy shirt. When had she put that on, she wondered. And how did it get so long? Then she felt them. Panties! Who kept bringing the disgusting things into the house and putting them on her?She threw the cotton "thing" into the trash and tiptoed. It is far from their first hug, but it is a first hugging him bare-chested. It’s just too bad I’m the one with the clothes still on. Howard has always been a hugger. He has expressed many times how his family doesn’t say hello or good-bye with throwing one in. Then there are times like now that always seem to deserve a hug—quite the opposite for Page. So it’s nice.“It didn’t take too much convincing, but I think my boss and I came to an agreement,” she says vaguely. “But in the future I. Kathy drew herself off my throbber, and turned to see what the discussion was about. I reassured her. “Brent figured it out, all by himself ... well, maybe with a little help from Sandy. You, feel free to return to what you were doing a second ago!”She had another idea. “Honey, if you were fucking me, I could see better, and maybe offer a little coaching.” She batted her eyes at me, and she knew I really could deny her nothing. “It would make me so hot, you fucking me, and watching them.. " I started shuddering as I felt his cock jerk and fill me with his hot cum. My thighs were jerking uncontrollably from the exhaustion of my muscles, but the burning hot coal of my clit expanded through me in waves and reduced me to a quivering puddle of pure lust. Benedict collapsed on top of me and I bore his weight down to the bed. I quivered as aftershocks of bliss slowly abated. Benedict pulled his cock from me and wiped our mess from it with the hem of my burqa. Lifting the soiled hem up.