. The third access point revealed a similar panel, also filled with file folders. I didn’t recognize any of these names so I began going through the...first few before I realized these were all women dad was having sex with. Each folder had the woman’s details and a description of her likes and dislikes. Dad had also included notes about what he liked and disliked most about each. I spent quite a while going through these and it proved to be very interesting reading. The most interesting part was. Reggie plopped her into bed, his immense cock hard and aching to soothe itself in her tight pussy. First, he needed to treat Melissa's hypothermia. "We've got to get these wet pajamas off you right away," he said starting to unbutton her top. Although her fingers scrabbled to keep her buttons fastened, Melissa's full breasts and tight stomach appeared as Reggie ultimately succeeded in undoing the piece and it dangled open."No, leave alone," she slurred, clutching the open, wet garment to her. Malia walked to the living room and began looking for my "lost" wallet behind and under the couches. While she was not looking I threw my wallet under the big table in the center of the living room knowing that she would look there next. Just like I thought she proceeded to bend over and look under the table as I stood next to her. Her skirt tightened to her ass as she searched. "I found it!" She exclaimed."But I can't reach it"She then suggested I bring and hand her the broom, after I gave it. Rosa laid there, body aching, thick nasty cum leaking from her bruised asshole. She walked into the bathroom, turned on the water, and sat in the bathtub. Everything from her knees to her breasts hurt. She thought the warm water would help but it didn't. After about a hour, Rosa got out of the tub, dried off, and put on her clothes. The little short jean skirt and yellow blouse she wore for the date. She walked out of the motel bathroom and picked up her purse, trembling from head to toe as she.