”“Sorry about that, Babe.”“It’s fine, Tiger. I knew this was going to happen. I’m going to skip the family dinner.”“I understand. Ed a...d Stephanie are cooking and hosting, so that makes things a bit easier on the rest of us.”We all left the sauna, and after showers, Kara and I kissed Jessica who went to bed. Kara and I went downstairs to the ‘Indian’ room to relax until dinner.July 24, 1995, Chicago, Illinois“Good morning, Steve!” Kimmy exclaimed when I walked into the office on Monday. There was a very beautiful face looking back at me. She was stunning, aged fortyish, dark brown hair with eyes you could dive right into. My throat went dry, but shyness and British reserve took over and I said nothing. The next stop arrived and the surge pushed in. The lady had turned around to face the onslaught and was pushed tight, arse against my crotch. Calm down, I thought, you have forty-five minutes before you have to get off. As the train swayed and bounced I was being pushed up. We had a small talk and then I asked her if we can go ahead with the massage.. She said sure and asked me whether I got those disposable undies which I had forgot.She was ok with it and asked me to arrange the bed with hotels etc and she would change into something comfortable and I shall wait till then.. She came out of the bathroom in a bathrobe and I asked her to lie down on her tummy.. I said I ‘m sorry for not bringing those disposable undies. She said it’s ok.And then we started with the. Reaching between her thighs with her free hand, she began rubbing her clit as she was getting impossibly turned on and wet at the thought that she had her father's cock in her mouth. At this point, her father's eyes were closed and he was moaning softly, fingers in her hair as her head moved back and forth, her mouth deliciously wet around his cock. After a few minutes, Fiora tentatively began running her hands up her daddy's legs, caressing his thighs until she reached behind him and she.