Max kicked his shoes off as he took off his shirt, tossing it aside as he crawled onto the bed kneeling beside Jazz, Ready? Yes Jazz said as she felt ...er fathers strong hands going to work on her tense muscles, starting at the shoulders and slowly working his way down to her lower back, using the heel of his palm to rub small circles down her back. Max could already feel the tension beginning to melt away as he continued to work his hands down to her lower back. When Max felt Jazzs muscles. I asked her where she kept oil and she pointed me a bottle on the self in the kitchen. I went in. Took some oil in a container and just heated it a bit. I then returned back. As she was lying on the sofa it was difficult for me to massage her so i asked her to move to the bedroom. As i had asked her not to walk i thought lifting her to the bedroom would be a better option. I went in the bedroom kept the oil and returned to pick her up. I picked her up with my left hand under her ankles and my. I said "Oooh baby, I'm sorry baby damn Ididnt mean to Rip it like that." You say "Oh God, daddy you just busteddeep into my G-Spot nigga Ouch, I came 15x. Nigga GOTTDAMN!!!!" The next day I hit the block with my cousin Paps, French Montana bussing Knocks and smoking blunts. Untill I came home with the .9, You say "Why you bring a gun in my house John?" I "For protection what else, nigga." You "I have a c***d I dont want him around that shit." I "Alright, I'll put it in the car." As i walk to. I could see the hard bulge in his jeans. Pulling my hands away from my pussy, he put them over my head. “Keep them there” he told me, not an ounce of flexibility in his tone. My head fell back as he knelt between my legs. His hands brushed up my stomach and chest until he roughly held my breasts. My hips arched up under him and he just laughed. “You just love it rough don’t you?” I couldn’t do anything more than nod. I could see from the wicked gleam in his eyes he had some ideas about.