..Just curious. Do you have any k**s?" I said. "No! My husband had a vasectomy. He does not want k**s. I however we love some. Why do you ask?" ...he said. "Mmmm.... How do I put this. You still don't know what caused you to rear end your minivan into me? You don't remember?" I said. "Mmmm.. No! I don't remember. I'm usually a great driver." said Emma. "I think I know what happened. But I'm confused. I'm not a 100 percent sure you were doing this..." I said. "Ok! What was it?" . The audio prompted about the inflation tube and emergency whistle, which I could barely hear over my heartbeats heavily thumping, and my raging hard-on making a fierce return. She blew lightly on each index finger, the rubbed each nipple. The audio began to end with indicating-exits, But with hand gestures, Tammy indicated I undo my seat belt, kick my shoes off and drop my pants. The audio guided that I should follow crew instructions, and I didn't hesitate. She pulled up her skirt hem, pulled. It was pretty late in the evening when we lay across his bed, I was resting my head on his arm and we were talking a little. We hadnt really drunk much at all, just a glass of wine with food, but he was already looking like he was dozing off. Eventually he just stopped answering me, I propped myself up on my elbow and looked at him smiling, he looked so calm it made me feel relaxed to see him like that. I was considering heading back to my room and going to sleep but for some reason I couldnt. It shot deep inside his sexy daughter and was followed by 9 other heavy ropes of his potent jizz. His daughter continued to wail and convulse beneath him, her breaths coming in short gasps. He watched her body beneath him. He convulsions didn't seem to be letting up. It was clearly a big one. A full minute past by as Michael watched his baby girl thrash, completely in the throws of her orgasm. She suddenly stopped wailing and her eyes rolled back in her head. Her body continued to spasm.