"I'll fetch the wine," Stan said, "while you decide what you want to eat." That's easy, Stan," she replied immediately, "I'll be doing my damnedest to...swallow your dick so that I can get the cream!"For the barest instant Stan was shocked, then his libido kicked back in and he hurried into the kitchen to retrieve the bottle. He returned, opened it with a flourish and poured two glasses, a smaller one for him and a generous one for her.Anne was lying in repose on the sofa, eyes smouldering. She. Several times, she looked up pleadingly at him, but that was before the series of natural releases began to spasmodically sweep over her. Again and again, he watched her naked white beauty grovel and spasm in the sand of the pit, knowing in his heart she was feeling the wild sensations that made all that was, teem with life! He looked to her human- mate, wondering if he, too, knew. Like the one beside him with the red-hair on his face, he stood unmoving, yet staring, at last realizing the power. Apparently according to one of the leading experts in the field of psychology we all want to fuck our mothers. Everything can be boiled down to that. -Are you angry about some asshole stealing your parking space? I bet it's because you couldn't bang your mother!- Just stupid shit really, to me it says more about the author than the reader.The other side of the room was a big mahogany desk, complete with a brown leather office chair and two brown leather single seats for meetings I guess. On top. Isn't that what guys do?" I questioned to him."Well yes, but you understand that your my daughter. I dont want you to think less of me for seeing that." It's ok daddy, really. I was just curious thats all." I explained."Well how long were you standing there for sweetie?" He asked."um, well..." I curled my lip under my teeth and spoke softly, "Like two or three minutes." My dad looked at me with a confused expression. "Minutes? That's a while to be curious for you think?" I took another breath.