I don't know why, but I catch her morning sickness. You did not find me to inquire about my health or the movie. What's up?"I said, "Deirdre Walters."...rancine's eyes flew wide. Before I could say another word, her phone was out. In minutes I was invited to Sunday dinner with Angela Molinari and Pedro de la Garza, at their home in White Plains, NY. Naturally, I was to bring my assistant. I did not need a road map, but Francine laid one out anyway."Angela will play hostess, but her health is. Deena. The ‘Deena’ who still calls me ‘Dad’ even in the middle of sex, either just the two of us or in the midst of a no-holds-barred threesome.The Deena whom I love in so many ways, my almost perfect daughter until I married her best friend, even though I’d harbored suspicion that she wasn’t my DNA, a suspicion validated by two lab tests.Deena, whom I loved the same as and differently than my little brown-haired, brown-eyed Haley. I loved them both. They loved me. They loved each other.One day. As usual she climbed into bed wearing her sexy undies – a black set with red roses on and a pair of fine seamed black stockings. Jilly pressed herself against me and began fondling my semi-hard four inches. “Get on your back.” She whispered. I complied. With a couple of swift tugs of my cock I was as stiff as ever. Jilly kept slowly wanking me as she lowered her tits onto my face almost smothering me. “Lick my tits!” She urged. It was unusual for her to be this forceful with me, although. Brittany began moaning and pushing her swamped pussy onto Alis face as she began to cum. Ali redoubled her efforts, leading Brittany over the peaks of orgasm before leaning back on her heels to show her face showered with juice. It took only a moment before the sex-crazed Brittany was ready to go again, but now that her head was clearer she was a bit more demanding. At her instructions, Ali laid down on the floor and Brittany kneeled down in front of her. They kissed softly as much as they.