An email comes into his Clayben fake email address. He reads the title with dread, but it isn’t from Mr. Flaherty. It is an account he hasn’t seen...before.“HMU on whatsapp.” It lists a number he hasn’t seen.The girl. It has to be the girl.“Who is this?”“u can take him down I have proof”“Leave me alone. This bridge is burned.”“plz I’m pregnant”He stares at his phone. His heart thumps hard in his chest.“Its his”The letters popped on his phone and froze his fingers. She is well and truly fucked if. "Miss Simpson," he said with a short cough to clear his throat.The attractive secretary, wearing her blonde hair clipped up in a French twist, a low-cut white top, black pencil skirt and four-inch black heels, turned around. "Yes, Dr. Ross?" she asked innocently."Could I see you for a moment in my office?" he asked."Yes, sir."Dr. Ross stepped back into his office.Miss Simpson stood casually up from the chair and walked into the doctor's office. She closed the door gently and then gasped as she. Will you come watch with me later?”“Sure, my little princess. Be sure to wear your tiara.”“Ok, Daddy”, as she ran from the room, totally oblivious to the fact that her mother’s sheer peignoir was the only garment in the room, and that her father’s prick was standing proud and tall.Lucy brought her mother closer. “Doesn’t Mom have the most amazing body, Daddy? Do you think I will look like her when I am grown?”“Yes, she does, Honey. You already look almost exactly like she did when we met.. It was no bigger than my husbands but it was only the second I’d ever seen. It felt naughty but so right, I licked his bell end and rubbed it up and down with my hands. Jim said, “Please can you ----? I knew instinctively what he meant and took his cock lovingly into my mouth, as I suckled him he groaned. I wanted to see him naked so led him upstairs by his member. I thought I’ve never even done this for my husband having thought it dirty, but it didn’t feel wrong at all now. In the bedroom I.