Then she said,"Man what a rough day at work. My arms are so tired I can barely lift them." I said , " Wish there was someway I could help s*s." She ha... a good answer for that too as she said," Actually you can help. I"ll make you a deal that if you wash all of me I"ll wash all of you." "Ok" I said and we each picked up the others washcloths and started in. We did eachothers arms and then she moved her hand around and began washing/playing with my chest so I returned the favor.I began squeezing. I didn’t like it. Dad didn’t know what to do with me. He had a daughter! An ordinary, healthy, young daughter. We could go out and public and people wouldn’t stare. And we had money – all of the sudden I was cheap. He could buy me anything I wanted – I wanted none of it. We decided I should go to college at the end of the summer. Truth be told, I couldn’t think of any objections. What else was I going to do with my life? How many more works of medieval meditative literature could I contemplate. " She clicks the phone off and yells, "Fuck me. Fuck me! FUCK ME!" Three quick moans release from her and then she inhales as deeply as if she were coming to the surface after a long dive. She clutches the covers and her pussy compresses against my cock. Waves of spasms come over her body and warm cream fills her. We both push even after our bodies go numb and sensitive. More warm goo comes. It pours out of her and onto the bed. It washes over my dick causing me to release all that I have. I. I gather that the occasion of her leaving your marital home was, to say the least, unfortunate, but a necessary response to an unwanted situation. You would agree?" As you put it that way, I have to agree with your statement. Is there a reason for this discussion? I am unsure what you are getting at, sir." This call, my lady, is to ascertain your present feelings towards your daughter, Amelia. I need to know this before I can proceed further." If you must know, her father is dead, killed in a.