Sorry, I got a little sidetracked there. I know you're not reading this to listen to me bitch about my business. Let's get back to what happened with ...y daughter.As I was saying, I wasn't totally surprised that she hadn't responded to my suggestions. Different people react differently though, and I have a whole toolbox full of tricks and techniques to break through those barriers. It just takes time and a little patience. The past few days weren't a total bust, however. (Ha, no pun intended!). . Jack... Fuck... me... Ohhh... Jack," Lisa shouts each word on every forward thrust of my cock. Her voice is shaky and she's panting, as I continue to hammer into her relentlessly. I can feel my climax building and I'm holding back as long as I can, hoping Lisa is getting close. I keep up the furious pace; driving my cock into her sopping, wet pussy. Finally, I can't hold it. I slam into her as hard as I can, pulling her hips against me and shooting my load deep into her snug little love. ’ She started digging in one of the sacks we brought home, pulled out a pair of sheer pink panties. There wasn’t even a shadow panel. ‘Put these on!’ I saw her tug the little tag off of them, realized she must have bought them just for this. ‘Why don’t I just go bottomless?’ I said, holding them up to the light. ‘That might work but we want it to look like an accident.’ She had me practice several times, until she thought I had it down just right. Reach over my shoulder, stick out my left knee,. That's good. I enjoyed high school but two more years doing that work was going to be seriously boring."We had the party Friday night. Our daughters and their husbands came into town for the celebration. We had time to spend with them beyond just the party. Laura's invitations had stressed, "No presents." There were nice cards and funny cards. Everyone seemed to have a gag gift for me including my daughters and my wife. She gave me her gift last. After so many "you're getting old" and "no.