Philpot had witnessed her mother’s humiliation in the rose garden with her skirts up all a ‘shambles and her round white cheeks pounded by the pos...man with his trousers down at his ankles and his thick thing buried to the hilt.In all honesty, Angela considered such foolishness a welcome visual aid in learning about the “birds and the bees” because her mother seldom broached the subject in casual conversation. Her questions directed to a specific fact of the matter were usually shoved aside as. Another announcement said, “All donors, report to your sample collection station immediately.”Dexter just followed the others down the hallway to a security checkpoint and got into the line to file through. The collar on each man was scanned and they were then directed by a woman on the other side of the checkpoint to different numbered rooms down the corridor.Dexter went through and was directed to room 46 near the end of the corridor. The corridor was well lit and the walls, ceiling and floor. Connie used the opportunity to lean in and softly kiss my daughter's lips. My daughter seemed to melt into the four arms of the two, slightly older women standing in front of and behind her. As my daughter and Connie kissed, the passion seemed to grow between them, mouths were opened and tonguing probes exchanged. My wife then slowly and gently unbuttoned each of my daughter's blouse buttons, then slipped it off of her shoulders and threw it onto the bed. My wife then unsnapped my daughter's. ”Her breathing was erratic by now, and she held it for a minute. Pressing her knees together, she let the panties slide down to her ankles, then somehow unwrapped them and shoved them under the seat in front. With no subtlety whatsoever, she planted her feet flat on the floor, wide apart. Easy access indeed.I obliged by increasing the speed and depth of my finger-fucking, and watched as she pressed her feet harder against the floor. Her legs were tensing up and she was getting ready to cum in.