“What did you do then?” She asked, “I take it you did go.”Harry coloured up again, this whole situation was surreal, sitting here discussing h...s sexual activity with his daughter. He glanced at her, her piercing stare telling him that he would have to tell her the truth.“Yes,” he admitted, “l went twice. The first time l just watched this woman doing oral sex with two different men.”“Did you take a turn or did you just masturbate?”The directness of her question shocked him, he would have. You reach up to caress my cheek and I put my arms around you, snuggling you close to me, as we hug in the comfort of knowing that we are sharing life with the person who truly makes us happy and cared for. My dear, I say, how would you feel about adopting a child this late in our lives? Do you think we are up to it? It will definitely change our love making patterns that we enjoy today. But it might certainly be worthwhile. What are your thoughts, my dear? To which you reply . . . I would be. She felt the ridges and bumps as it pushed againsther slick vaginal walls until it filled her entirely, stretching her as itrotated and bumped against her cervix. painful and mind-numbingly orgasmic.In, out, it pushed back and forth as she twisted in the bonds. At some pointshe felt that her senses should be numb, that she shouldn't be able to orgasmlike this over and over, but it does not stop. The hands, the tongues, thevicious, beautiful impalement continue. Welcome . The gravely voice. .. your breasts shyly revealed and I love the way you timidly cross your legs until all eyes are fixed on the magical V between your legs... all of them waiting to see white or pink or the color de jour of your panties.I stand in the shadows as you perform. You are an actress with a well hewn script that is so good it seems natural and fresh... and an inbred woman's sense of what we want. Centuries of refinement now embodied in you... guaranteeing future generations of the species.I see that in.