I had to take three hormone pills a day and come in to get a shot every week for a month.The next day I went to the tattoo parlor and got my bush lase...ed off and a tattoo above my pussy. It said, "Property of the BIG O club." To top it off, he pierced my clit. I had to hide this from my husband that's for sure.Mr. Owens left me alone for the rest of the week. I had to meet him at his father’s on Monday. I was to spend the week with him, and to go home on weekends to my husband. On some. She stroked up and down and my cock was dancing at her touch. I reached my hand inside the skimpy halter and latched onto her nipple. I rubbed it between two fingers and twisted and pulled it. She must have liked my touch as she reached around and untied the halter and let it fall to the lawn. She grabbed my hand and led me over to the shade under the tree and we laid down on the grass. I started sucking a nipple and rolling my tongue over it as she jacked my cock. She was good at jacking a. The last thing he wanted was anyone agitated enough by him to notice his unease. Especially a professional like the shuttle attendant here, who had every authority to alert the pilot crew and dock at the nearest spaceport.He didn't want anyone to ask questions."Bad dream?" she said conversationally.And of course she asks a question, he observed. "Y-yeah. Let's say that." Anything I can do to help?"He eyed her again. Her smile remained, as broad as it can be on a face dominated by eyeball."No,. So seeing that I thought fuck it why not, I repled “How?” he replied “ Drug her with Xanax and fuck her when she passed out, whats the harm, she’ll never know. Seeing this I get angry saying I could never drug my daughter that’s too far, I shut my laptop off and went to bed. I had been tossing and turning for hours thinking about fucking my daughter, the thought of her being passed out and me taking advantage of her popped in to my head and I could not get it out. Knowing that I wouldn’t be.