"Who is he working for?"She looked me right in the eye and said, "No, he never told me who hewas working for. He only told me that he had a big client...on the hookfor some serious bread, and he promised me a lot of money for my help.And I really needed the money, so I didn't ask any questions."I thought over what she'd told me as I added the eggs to the pan andscrambled them. If the Feds were involved, then they must knowsomething about the mind swap machine. But who could have told them,and. The only time I got relief and got to fuck my wife was after Jamal fucked her several times and came in her pussy repeatedly. But I loved it, the smell of her after just having sex with him and the feeling of his cum inside her pussy was so sloppy and slippery I would come almost immediately.About a month had passed and Jamal had come up every weekend. My wife being a school teacher she gets home from work about two hours before I do. One day when I came home there was a strange car in the. “And you are meant to be the mathematical genius,” she said. “It’s simple, just read it from left to right: Before I root you, are you over sixteen.”“Before I root you...” I looked puzzled for a second or two, and then it hit me. “Oh yes, of course. Are you over sixteen? The age of consent stuff, yeah.”“And I am over sixteen, now, so it is legal for you to root me,” she said. “That is, if we both wanted to, I mean.” Cathy rubbed the ‘formula’ off the blackboard.“At least we have someplace here. . thank you." She moved in close to him, pressing her nipples against his chest as his manhood pressed against her swollen pussy. Despite his burning need to fill her, Wayne lay content against his daughter, reveling in their intimacy. He wondered briefly what Susan would think of this circumstance, and knew instinctively that she would approve. They needed this closeness to heal, needed to be one to fill the void she had left behind.Adrienne stirred first and began to gently rub herself up and.