“We were talking about this very subject this morning. Now,” her voice trailed off to just above a mumble as she stared into the distance through ...he closed laptop. Her hands clasped in her lap and she bowed her head for a moment before looking up at me. Her eyes were a bit wet. “This is too much of a coincidence.”“So, you’re not mad? I’m not in trouble?” I asked. She smiled slightly and shook her head. I sat there waiting. The whole game was in her court. I glanced over at Rob, who. When she was satisfied with her photos, she pulled a tub of Vasoline from the bag. She put a glob in each of my hands then helped me reach down to Hanks dick and stroke him several times to get it coated. Hank kept me on his lap but allowed me to close my legs. Now, my slit and thighs were closed around his long shaft, and I could almost feel it burning between my legs. Hank proceeded to wrap one long, hairy arm around my chest, and placed one hand at the back of my head, tangling in my hair.. And I had never seen her sad before. So after a little while of me asking her what was going on, she told me quite a story.She said she had either had a crush on, or had been in love with her dad since she was a young teenager.”“Whoa.”“Exactly. She told me she had fantasized about him in every way since then. She was twenty when she was telling me this. I asked her why she was sharing it with me ... and why then. She said something had happened within the previous month and things had changed.. " "He's doing his chores. Now help me get your things out of the truck.". As I walked to my room my mouth dropped. The room was huge, about thirty feet by thirty feet. It had a huge bay window, a walk in closet, a desk, a queen size bed and, to my surprise, it had pink carpet and white wall paper with red roses on it. "Ms. Heart? I don't mean to be rude but isn't this a girls room? I asked. "It's the only available room. Now go get the rest of your stuff." Ms. Heart said. It took me about two.