"Good morning Ms. Brown, Mr. Kennedy, Mr. Young - it is a pleasure to be here. Please call me BJ; everybody does," I replied.Starting off round one Mr... Kennedy made the opening statement, "According to your website, JBG is a multifaceted company with divisions in security, aviation, transportation rental, real estate rentals, training and a gym. That is a wide scope of business ventures. Yet JBG is a privately owned company. How do you manage all that?" Well Mr. Kennedy, we have to get it right. Jenny couldn't hear him, but she knew exactly where he was. Cadbury was sitting between her parted knees, just far enough away to not be touching her. In an empathetic communication, she felt his head cock to one side as her scent wafted to his sinuses. She heard his tail thump on the floor in a hollow tympanic tattoo that was in time with her own heart. Their empathetic communication relayed his mounting interest and they shared the excitement of the effects of her seminal fluid as it tripped. She barely remembered that far back and, with her father never home, she never remembered him being there. She was sad that she didn’t even recognize him as her Dad when she saw him. Yet, how could she recognize him and why would she recognize him when she hadn’t seen him in 30-years? Yet, the creative genius that he was, just as Jerry had captured her, he had captured her mother too. Side by side, with them both about the same age when Jerry painted Elizabeth 30 years ago and recently painted. Then slowly she started to moan as his cock started to grow and stretch her. What Solomon was doing to her didn't feel bad after the first shock of pain, It felt great and she moaned and writhed against his cock to get it deeper into her. "Solomon why are you doing this to me?" She asked He didn't reply just grunted as he pounded her pussy. She cried out again as he hit the deepest part of her. It hurt terribly so for Daliah but the pain mixed with the pleasure and so she took it as his cock.