He was a regular Magic Man by this point. Armisen watched, transfixed, a rare look of surprise spreading over his bearded face. “That’s hot,” sa...d Armisen. “That’s fucking hot.” Carson slowly lifted the coconut oil jar and lubricated his hands. He rubbed his arms and shoulders until they gleamed with grease. Then he raised his tank top, teasing Armisen with his navel. “Do it,” said Armisen, breathlessly. “Take it off.” The beast in his lap stirred. Carson was a good obedient boy. He lifted his. He had booked a taxi to take him to Glasgow airport. He had half hoped that Ellen McKenzie would have come round, he even thought about her perhaps staying overnight, but she hadn't appeared. He heard the beep of a horn and looked out of the window to confirm that his taxi had arrived. He picked up his bags and left the apartment for the last time, locking the door behind him. He realised he would need to mail the keys to the solicitors.As he bent to pick up his bags again he heard a step. Rachel’s body responded as she picked her hips up off the ground as my dick again went through that stuck door, blasting it’s first rocket of sperm deep into Rachel’s womb.With each of our pelvic drives another string ejaculated into that accepting cavern. Our mouths never separated.As my body released the last of its offerings, I realized that Rachel had not had the same climax.I broke our embrace and worked my mouth down her body, her hands moving to her sides as she clasped the blanket with. “Morning, dad.” Jenny smiles at me as she flips another perfect pancake, just like I taught her. “Morning, princess.” I complete our morning routine with a peck on her cheek before sitting down at the kitchen table. “It really smells great in here.”“I know.” She leans over and slides a pancake into my plate, then finishes it off with a touch of syrup. “Sleep well?” I ask out of habit as I take in her sweet scent, forgetting all about why I told myself to avoid this particular question. The last.