It was definitely a couple having sex -- woman riding the man -- and it could have been Rob's and Samantha's abs, but there was nothing identifying at...them, other than one moaned 'uhn Rob' but even that wasn't clear enough for it to be sure it was her voice and even his name she said.'that could be anyone'Another video message came; a naked woman lying on her stomach, bent leg out, hair obscuring her face. The video trailed up her body, never showing its entirety, and never giving identifying. He might be seventy-seven years of age, but he was still her father. He was still Daddy. His daughter might be forty-six, but she would always be his little girl.“Yes, I’m home, Daddy ... and I’m ... a bit buzzed,” Monica confessed, “I’m just ... lonely. So lonely.”Bernard had a glass or two of red wine in his system, but nothing compared to what Monica drank. He simply ordered an Uber and headed to his daughter’s place posthaste, deciding to stay over if she wished it. If not, he could always. ." Do you want me to play with your pretty little pussy?"I bite my lip and respond teasingly "I don't know if we should there's a lot of work to do."You slide your fingers back down the sides of my pussy lips and back up again stopping before my button. I moan as I begin to feel your cock grow with excitement. "I guess if you don't want it..." You say with a smirk. You trail you fingers slowly above my slit, up my side and give my breast a firm caress. You release my hair and slide your hand. "Okay, I can try a little something I guess. I'll have to ask you to move away from the end of the bed."They did so, and I walked to the foot of the bed, shed my sandals, and took four long purposeful strides into the room away from the bed. Still facing away, I did a back flip into a handstand, which I held for a second and then flipped again up onto the rail of the bed. It was a perfect landing, with arms held high; I didn't falter at all.The girls let out a little gasp, which pleased me. I.