He says sure and that he was tired and was going to go lay down.He gets off and lays down and so does his daughter.The next day the dad stays in from ...ork and daughter didnt go to school so they can talk more but in real life dont know it is eachother still.So they talk about and hour and she is so sleepy she gets offline.That night when the daughter goes to bed his computer stops working and needs to check his emails,so goes to her room and looks for the laptop and finds it takes to his room. “Kenny, let’s shower.”“Uh.”“Now, Kenny. Before the water turns cold.”She pushed me into the shower and followed me inside.The water against my face woke me from the trance. I picked my shampoo up from the floor. With a generous handful of the soap, I began to wash Jenny’s hair. She began to wash my chest.I looked down at her. She looked up at me. I think that I may have kissed her again, but I may be sinking into cliché writing again. Let’s just all pretend that this paragraph didn’t happen,. They had both graduated from Bixley and she was still teaching there part time.He parked in the visitors lot and carried his rose to Carver Hall. The main door was still open. He checked his watch. He had five minutes to find room 401. There was a sign on the wall with an arrow pointing down for rooms 300-500.He followed the signs until he found room 401. He paused outside the door and straightened his tuxedo. He knocked on the door and then opened it.His breath caught as he beheld the scene. She was almost treated as an honourable guest and so delighted in the reception she was given, that she gladly signed the welcome book; she didn’t notice or hear the sniggers of the women for they knew why she was being given so much attention. They knew their men and well out of earshot of this woman they discussed how much cock she could take and how much length for all knew that most of the men were no smaller than nine inches when fully aroused and even the teenagers were at least seven.