They ordered dinner.Over dinner, they talked more about their jobs, their lives, their interests. Their interests were similar, as was their desire fo... success. The warmth between them grew. Both ate hungrily, the excellent food bringing them heightened pleasure, their closeness and the awareness of each other creating a sensual fabric they both acknowledged and relished.When dinner was finished, they ordered dessert, coffee and an after-dinner drink. Sara excused herself and went to the. I asked her to turn around and saw her perky round ass and perfectly formed legs. I asked her if she knew Mom's middle name and she said she didn't. I then told her to return to her shower and forget coming to me.She answered, "Yes, Master," and left.I was puzzled. Then I thought of when I was helping Mom get the goods on Dad, and started searching for Mom's name on my computer. Sure enough, I got about twelve hits for her name, and looked at each one. On the eleventh one a found her full name. ”The bed creaked loudly with my weight as I shifted my position to ram my cock into my pregnant daughter's pussy.“You ready, baby?” I asked.“Always, Daddy! Fuck me hard!”I slowly inserted my throbbing cock into her pussy, moaning with the pleasure of it, stopping just shy of being fully inside of my little girl. I shoved the last few inches into her, listening to her gasp from the pleasure.I rocked my hips back and forth, pumping my cock in and out of her tight pussy to make my little girl. One of the cops fired back. Lights started flashing red and blue. Brendan began to crawl crablike backward from the shooting zone, staying in the gutter.He desperately wanted to see what was going on as the shooting continued, but his utter fear kept him creeping backwards. Cars pulled up and feet rushed past him as he continued to crawl. The pop-pop of hand guns ratcheted up into the rat-a-tat-tat of automatic weapons. Brendan, now completely panicked, turned tail and ran with his head down..