" *** Later, once she and her Mother were alone in the kitchen together, Karen sternly snapped, "Mother! What on earth did you go and do that for?" Pl...ying innocent, Jean Miller nonchalantly countered, "Do what, dear?" "Ask Mickey to take me out!" "Oh! I thought I explained that already." "You did! But, you know as well as I do that that's not why you asked Mickey to take me out!" "Are you suggesting that I had an ulterior motive for asking Mickey to get you out of the house, Karen?" "Yes,. Her hand went between her legs in anticipation."Spread 'em more," he said.She did. Her pink pussy lips became more visible to me. I stroked my dick as I neared her.She moaned as she stroked her pussy with one hand and ran her other through her hair. "Please...I need you in me ...."That was satisfactory for me. I groped her tits, squeezing them, her nipples were hard and erect.She was moaning uncontrollably and hysterical with desire as I positioned my dick at the entranced to her wet cunt. I. When she felt my hand, she pushed back toward me, and my fingers sunk into her."Oh God Dad," she cried.She looked over her shoulder at me, her face smeared with my cum. A drop hung at the corner of her mouth. I began to pull my fingers away, but she pushed back further."Finger me, Dad," she whispered her plea. "Don't stop now."With one hand I pumped her oozing pussy. With the other, I stroked my cock. I felt longer and larger than ever before. Normally, I'm limp immediately after an orgasm, but. ‘Or if there is, plenty of others already available who are being used. Not much need for one more guy doing the same things everyone else is.’ ‘May I?’ she asked. ‘It’s not finished.’ Paul allowed her to take the sketch he’d been working on anyway as she slid it across the table towards herself. ‘You have a really unique style. Not just capturing how a person looks, but capturing the emotion as well,’ she added. ‘You really are good!’ ‘Thanks.’ ‘Would you be willing to consider something?’.