”“I ... um ... don’t know what to say,” Leon says, setting his fork down. “I really shouldn’t have done that.”“Oh, come on, Daddy,” ...he admonishes. “I know you have been thinking about me for some time now, just like you do Jessica Jackson.”“I don’t either,” he argues, knowing that only part of that is a lie.“It’s alright to admit it,” she pushes.‘There is nothing to admit,” he fires back. Leon doesn’t know why he is arguing over something so trivial, something that would just be so easy to. His body was always hot as if he had a fever. I could feel the contrast of my own chilly limbs, we were so close. I grimaced with effort as I twisted an arm backwards and lodged it between our sweating bodies, pushing him up, bringing my knees to my chest, my ass pressed against his stomach… “Yrrggh!” I heaved him off me, and then collapsed in exhaustion from the effort. Ryan climbed right back on top of me, laughing with his eyes. “You’re tired already?” He grinned. He knows this opportunity has to be super dirty…it’s the only option…keep pushing her limits…she wants to know…she wants to grow in experience…she will look elsewhere fast…probably too soon…take the moment…give her more than she expects. He makes the decision, it is consciously made. He goes quickly and repeatedly, arse to pussy, arse to pussy. He saw the shocked, stunned and startled look on her face. Then the joy, the joy, as the dual pleasure hits and holds. One hole gaped, another orifice. I went and stood near the door to admire her structure. It was perfect in shape. I took courage and complemented her structure. She felt shy and said thanks.She turned to give coffee I stood very close to her and she was shocked. Asked me to move but I didn’t. Took the coffee from her hand and holder her hand gently. Started to massage her. In the mean time started the conversation about her beauty. She felt shy and I could see her boobs moving up and down much faster as she was breathing.