What does she want?”“To cum,” Mrs. Armstrong moaned. “My Daughter needs to cum.”“Yes, yes, yes!” Stefani gasped.“Then let’s roll her...over and start ‘massaging’ her front.” I licked my lips, eager to start.The MILF pulled her fingers from her daughter’s pussy and out of her asshole. Then Stefani flipped her over onto her back, her round breasts bouncing. Her nipple rings flashed. Her nubs were pink and delicious. She rubbed her thighs together, her clit throbbing.“Start with her breasts,” I. That's what I'm looking for, and I think you could be that kind of woman, even if you don't think that you are. But ... it's up to you to decide that. So, I'll give you something to think about here. We've got just a couple of miles before we reach the highway, by the time we do, you'll tell me whether you'd prefer I take you back home, or that we go to the club for a couple of drinks, and then see what happens after that."Kat was curious, she still didn't know what he was alluding to with. . but I'm actually starting to think about my future. Your tech guys are teaching me computer skills and I'll soon be able to get a real job for the first time in years, other than working on my knees." I've heard very good things about your work on your knees!" I laughed, and so did she."Well I have offered to demonstrate — on more than one occasion. It wasn't me that said 'no'." You did ... and my next answer might be a bit different. When you've got some time later, I'd like you to help me. ”“You know who’s really good?” Alyssa asked. I stiffened up, terrified that she was not changing the subject.“Who?”“My dad.” I exhaled in relief, privately embarrassed that I had been so conceited as to think she might name me. Two seconds of silence passed. I wondered how Clara would react to the notion that Alyssa had gotten it on with her father.“Really? You’ve had sex with your dad?”“Not really, but he touches me really good. We’ve been doing it for a couple years now, and I’m totally into.