"You heard?" Yeah," she said shyly, ducking her head. "That's why I'm here." She sat down on the edge of the bed. "I heard what you said, and what Pot...ie said. I bet that Betty's a stuck-up girl like her little sister Tracy. I remember how long you worked on that poem you wrote for her last week -- and she didn't even say 'Thank you,' I bet... And I heard how you stuck up for me when Potsie called me a brat. That was really sweet, Richie."As she finished, she looked up at me again. "Oh, Richie,. The outfit consisted of a pair of gym shorts and one of my old tee shirts. I thought about not wearing a bra, but I didn't want him have a heart attack or cum in his shorts while he was spotting for me. After school, I got home before he did. I ran up stairs, changed into my workout clothes, and went downstairs."Mom can you do me a big favor. When Jack gets home can you please send him down stairs to help me with my workout? Looking at the way I was dressed and the fact that she knew I really. Her hand stated messaging her clit as she went to work. She started at his balls and slowly tongued her way to his tip and then proceeded to insert about four inches of it into her mouth. Derick started squirming in his chair. She continued to take in more and more of his cock on every downward motion. All of a sudden she managed to throat his entire member and held it there for a second while Derick grabbed the top of her head and said, “Awww, fuck. Awww shit!” She was going really. My now ex-wife had a very concerned look on her face, my ex-brother too if it came to that.“Mister Carter, you have been Jenna’s daddy for all of this time. I would like to say that visitation by you shall be unlimited and without restriction, but practicalities require that I structure things to be as fair as might be. This, bearing in mind the psychological and physical welfare of Jenna Carter. “Mister Carter, you shall be entitled to have Jenna with you one weekend a month, which weekend.