My head was still spinning.Later that night, after her mother had fallen asleep, I was in my daughters room, pounding into her like a madman."God Dadd..., you feel so fucking good, fuck me like this everyday!"Her mother was a very heavy sleeper, especially after a few glasses of wine. I started to get close and asked her if she was on birth control, she practically gasped, "No Daddy!"I told her I would buy her plan B in the morning but that I HAD to cum inside of her. I simply couldn't think of. So I said "Yes because it is avery shapely one." I then rashly asked whether I could take her for a coffee at the cafeteria. "You've got a nerve" she said, but didn't refuse.Over coffee she told me her name: Betty, and that she lived at home with her Mother, as she had been divorced. "I hope you weren't offended by my admition that I had enjoyed looking at your bum" isaid, and Betty looked at me and said:"well as it happens I wasn't,and I was going to ask you if you wanted to see it properly!". Jordan stepped in front of the man, pushing him back to keep him from physically assaulting his slutty wife."Take your goddamned hands off of me!"The man shoved Jordan with such force that he took the bedroom door almost completely off the hinges. Jordan's back ached terribly from the fall, but he lifted himself from the floor and went back for more. He balled up his fist and punched the husband in the jaw, sending him stumbling over the bedside table. Before he could get up, Jordan slammed his. They were all exercises meant to reduceinjury. Jennifer found that she wasn't as good at doing the splits asthe other girls... Yet. She had shown remarkable improvement compared towhen she first started ballet.Then, the girls progressed to standing stretches, holding the bars tosteady themselves. Some of the flexibility the girls possessedastonished Jennifer. Knees, toes, hips, all of them were stretched. Thegirls pointed their foot out front, bent at the knees, and the stuck itto the side..