She spent Wednesday and Thursday nights with Shaun again. Friday we went to our square dance workshop, but I could tell Michelle wasn't thinking much ...bout square dancing. She had other things on her mind; I can't imagine what they might have been! I was thinking about Saturday night too, but also of Sunday, when Ginger and Eric were coming for dinner. Saturday, Michelle spent the day getting ready for her professional debut. I heard her talking on the phone with Jacqui, telling her what was. Any excess that spilled on her face or the floor would be wiped on to her nipples. Nothing soothed her over worked milk ducts like some freshly ejaculated sperm. Now Nina instructed her subject to get onto his bed and lay on his back. She produced a rubber glove from her purse and began to lubricate and perform a prostrate massage milking. The instructions from the Danish nurse had given her a useful skill and this was the perfect time to perfect her technique. Jean-Louis moaned with delight as. He was still unsure whether getting naked in front of his daughter would be proper. At that moment, it dawned on me that Dad must be having troubling thoughts - incestuous - about me; that would certainly account for his reluctance. But if that was the case, I wasn't sure that we should go on. Having fantasies was one thing, but revealing them to each other was another matter - with luck, it would probably lead to the fruition of these fantasies."What IS your problem, my dear father?"Dad threw. " I'm sorry to have to let you go, the economy is tanking, it's nothing personal, blah blah blah. To add insult to injury, and whether it was due to Liira's tampering or the simple work-out provided by the night-time sexual Olympics my mother and I were put through, I had an ample amount of excess energy due to increased fitness levels. For my mother's part, the constant sex had helped tone up her body; not that she was unfit before, but now she was beginning to look really trim, enough to.