I pulled my skirt up past my silky thighs,eager to touch my pussy.I slid my panties off to one side and ran my finger along the moist slit.I imagined ...ulian sliding his thick cock inside of me slowly,and began to insert a finger.My cunt was already slippery with hot pre- cum.I was ready to insert a second finger into my soaked hole,when my door opened.I jumped up and straightened my skirt.One of my co-workers walked in.I was furious! "Carl,you didn't knock"! I thought my door was locked! Carl. It was a crude caricature but Lillian could see a slight resemblance to herself, despite the activities the drawing was engaged in.The idea was of course ridiculous. She was only then beginning to come down from her quasi-orgasmic high, and assumed it was just her mind playing tricks on her. After all, she actually thought the picture was pretty hot. But even after she’d finished she could still see the resemblance. In fact, the picture seemed to have changed right before her eyes. Where once. As Angie began riding me, I kissed her teary cheeks and eye lids and rocked her back and forth in my arms. While I still tried to explain to her halfheartedly that I was her father and we shouldn‘t be doing this no matter how good it feels.One night shortly after our little talk Angie was lying beside me in bed with her head resting on my chest. She was making believe she was sleeping again as she casually reached down and put her hand on my pecker. Then she lifted her leg over mine and began. First the left, the right arm. Then his legs, the man who we shall call "8" is at your whim now. You walk to him, running you hand down his chest, to his beltline. You walk to the toolbox, and take out the emt scissors and cut his shirt, he says to you..."that's Dolche" you just look at him. He still thinks he is in control, you look around to see what is available. You spy the nipple clamps on the floor, picking them up you clamp both of his nipples. He grimaces is pain, but doesnt talk back.