”“My daughter is dazzling!” I moaned, my cunt squeezing down around his cock. I was so close to cumming. My toes curled.“Just like you,” he ...hispered. “A White, married whore. You're going to explode on my dick.”“Yes!” I moaned.“Kiss me. Shove that tongue in my mouth. I want to feel your passion!”I turned my head, wrenching my gaze from my daughter, and kissed Mr. Kennedy with hunger. I clutched to him, pulling him down to me. His chest crushed my breasts as my tongue dueled with his. I thrust. Mum, dad and Ben were going to my nana’s funeral three hours drive away. I said that I didn’t know nana well and would rather stay home, they said ok but no going out. I didn’t complain, besides I wouldn’t be leaving the house, Jacob was coming here (no pun intended). It was about seven when he came over. I just sat down with a bowl of popcorn to watch a movie when the door bell rang. I opened the door and there he was, beautiful, virgin and all mine. I lead him inside and locked the door.“Umm. During our conversation Terri said when she had used the saunas in Scandinavia they had always said it was good for them to jump from the extreme hot and into the cold, so she had filled the bath up in her apartment with cold water and ice so that when we finished in the sauna we could run upstairs and jump in to cool off. I was a bit hesitant about this but agreed if she would go first, to which Terri agreed. After about 10 minutes, Terri said it was time we should head back to the apartment. Heltzer?" The enquiring female voice enquired. "Have I reached the residence of Kurt Heltzer?" That's me." I replied with a loud yawn. That's the trouble with owning a business or having formerly owned one or even registering a DBA with the city, every sales and marketing firm for two hundred miles will randomly cold call you seeking to sell you something. I get at least five of these sorts of calls daily, even after putting my number on both the national and state 'Do Not Call' list. I was.