Lucinda saw the campaign to save the flats as little more as fodder for some ghastly documentary and was already calling the even more ghastly Blake L...velace as a possible presenter for it. Blake Lovelace was everywhere these days after Hollywood had got a bit bored of his chirpy Cockney with eyeliner act. Blake was rich enough not to give a shit – he had a good agent – and had time on his hands. He popped up at Occupy – pitching his antique Bedouin tent outside St Pauls – and picketed. He was a little unsure, but stood up and shuffled in front of her as she led him by his cock which she had refused to let go of. His jeans slipped down as she quite fiercely pulled his shorts down, letting his rock hard cock spring free. She gave a gasp, eyes widening as she locked them on his 9" cock, looking up and down the thick length, completely shocked he was so well hung."My my, you are a big boy," she said huskily as she grabbed hold again and started to stroke him. He just gave a groan. We figure we give him the opportunity for escape and revenge, he'll turn." You sure?" I'm sure, even if we weren't after his father, this kid would be a prime recruiting target." Ok, we'll take your word for it, but you'll be there for backup, right?" Yeah, I'll be waiting in the car. Bring him back here and we'll take him for a debriefing." Ok."We parked outside Apertus High School and Javier turned on the radio. After several minutes, we noticed a group of boys walking out of the gym. Javier. I admired her sleek stomach, I couldn’t believe how great shape she was in. I noticed she was wobbling a bit on her walk over. I knew Kayleigh was a light weight. I didn’t mind though. I knew the more drunk she got, the more I could get away with it. I know that sounds terrible, but I couldn’t even describe how horny I was, and I couldn’t describe how sexy my daughter looked. I would feel bad about what I was thinking if I was able to think with my brain right now. Instead, my dick calling all.