"Sweetheart. Sex is only dirty if you're doing it right." No. It isn't dirty. What we're doing isn't dirty," she said seriously. She was looking inten...ly at me. I was taken aback. I remembered the look she had on her face that first night. The almost unworldly purity and I realized that she was uncorrupted by the insanity of our society. For her, sex was the joining of a man and woman expressing love and affection. She hadn't bought into the absurdity of sex as dirty or evil. The purity I saw. I ran my hands over my fake boobs and was pleased with the sensation. I then placed the wig on my head and making sure that none of my dark hair was exposed.I laid back against the pillow and I was as ready as I would ever be, so I called out to Gene. A second or two later Gene's figure was crawling toward me. My heart beat faster as he moved and soon he was kneeling at my feet. It wasn't totally dark inside the box thanks to some small holes in the side and roof.I could see him smile as he. She also, Laura noted, looked ravishing, as usual. She wore a business suit, but instead of the severe, chalk-striped charcoal she often sported, this one was pale orange and showed off her café-au-lait skin to perfection. A choker of genuine pearls (Laura knew they had to be real since Deshona had money and was not inclined to hide it) drew attention to her exquisite throat. The coat of the suit obscured the firm thrust of her substantial breasts, so large for such a small-boned woman,. But I found cheap thrill to keep sexually torturing my daughter's petite body with pure pleasure. Refusing to quit, I forced her orgasm still longer. At last, for she started crying in addition to begging I end my teasing, I did her clit hard enough to grant the grandest of sexual finales.Cuddling and kissing away her tears as she fought to wind down, I entered my daughter's sensitized overexcited body. Thrusting slow in her tightness, I knew instantly I could cum right away if I didn't.