We both stood facing each other in front of the couch for a few moments, our eyes meeting and our hands still held together. “Elise..” I started t... say, but she cut me off. “Dad, what happened last night was amazing. I've never been so turned on before in my entire life by any guy I’ve been with.” “It was wrong Elise, we shouldn't have done that. You're my daughter! I made you with the very sperm I shot all over you.” I interrupted before she said anything else. She closed her mouth for a. By Cindys reaction Julie had gone straight to sucking on her now sensitive clit. It was about all I could stand myself. I had already stripped off and was stroking my cock. They were all going to cum again. My wife was sucking Toms cock. He was slowly pumping it in and out of her mouth. She had one hand around his shaft and was pumping it wildly. She was rubbing her own breasts with other in between holding Julies head onto her pussy, Cindys hips began to rock. I stared at Julies pussy. It was. "Lumpkins?" I whispered. "I thought you forgot and left him at home..." Yes... Well, she's here now..." Isabelle whispered back with a smile."She?" I whispered. "Lumpkins is a... !!!" In a shock of recognition, I realized to whom Isabelle was referring. A'moth! Isabelle gave me a quick nod and then gave me another one of our coded hand signs, asking me to keep quiet. I signaled back that I understood.The judge waited until 10:00 before starting the case without the bio dad. The hearing was a. There was no doubt he felt small and inadequate in such a salubrious office. The desk was large and quite old. It was said a Pope had once owned the cherry panelled desk with its ornate drawers and shelves. Some of the employees of Bergmans whispered that Ms Bergman had more power and wealth than any Pope, past or present!As usual, Ms Candace Bergman was the epitome of elegance. She wore a pencil line skirt that touched the bottom of each nylon sheathed knees. That skirt and matching jacket was.