At least Ithink so."He takes a small brown bottle from the fridge and a plastic white tubfrom a cupboard in the kitchen."It's better than K.Y. this...... he tells me, holding up a tub of whitecold cream. I waft a bit to my nostrils. Its aroma is redolent of almondand rose. I think of my ass slathered with it and get even more aroused.I swig the dregs of my glass and quickly refill it. The rich wine warmsme and stills my pounding heart. Dave sits by my side and within secondshis hand is where I. "It's okay sweety, go back to sleep, it's just the doorbell."Rick smiled sleepily and fell back into an exhausted sleep.Jenny put on her silky robe and walked downstairs. She could feel the two loads of cum Rick had deposited in her begin to run out. Her body shivered; she loved that feeling.When Jenny peeked out the window next to the door, she was surprised to see Jim standing there nervously. She stood there in a moment of indecision. Then she somewhat reluctantly opened the door. "Jim, what. He moved it from side to side and she moaned loudly. He blew on her cunt with his breath as he moved his finger in and out of her and she rose up off the table in an attempt to bury his finger within her but he would not allow it. Her breath was coming in short gasps and he could tell she near the brink so once again, he backed off. She lay there, panting, wondering what would come next. This man was driving her insane with desire; all she wanted was to cum at this point but. This is complicated.’ She hesitated. ‘I’ve never met my bio dad. My bio mom raised me alone. When I was about six, Jim McNeill showed up in town to work for Fish & Wildlife. He has a doctorate in wildlife biology. Someone drafted him to coach pee wee basketball, and we kind of gravitated together. Jim became my surrogate dad.’ ‘Wait, your dad is Dr. James McNeill? His book on elk ecology is required reading!’ ‘Yeah, Jim and wildlife biology kind of go hand in hand. Mom’s been trying to talk him.