"I don't think that would be a good idea. Even if he were to consent to it, it would feel weird. If he consented, and mom wouldn't mind either, I gues... there wouldn't be anything I could do to stop you."He hesitated before going further, for he didn't know how to tackle the subject. He couldn't ask her how she would feel if he had wanted to have sex with her mother, provided that she had been alive, because the fact was that she wasn't. Iris had grown up without a parental figure of the same. But this is my daughter. Remember that, Stephanie is my daughter,’ she finishes with emphasis. Claire then turns around and hurries off to get on the phone with the Secretary. Stephanie grabs your hand, ‘Well let’s continue that tour.’ Stephanie continues, ‘Well it seems like you have seen the West side of the floor. Has Claire shown you the rooms on the East side yet?’ ‘No,’ you respond. ‘Is that where my office will be?’ ‘Well, you’ll spend a lot of time over there – we all do, but as I am. He can wait. Let’s see what the negotiators have to say,” I commented.Lucy and I questioned them at dinner that night. “So is the general still ready to surrender?” I asked his lawyer.“I don’t know. I can’t communicate with him at the moment,” he said.“Well we are going to raise the cone of silence for an hour tonight. You can call him on your encrypted satellite phone and try to figure out your next move. When we know that, we can decide what our response move will be.” I explained.The cone. Her hips made tiny thrusting motions against her hand as her tongue worked it’s way up his shaft and back down to his balls completely dampening the front of his shorts. Her eyes lit up in delight as the wet fabric hugged the shape of his cock, making it more definitive. Oh how she loved his cock, especially when she was the cause for it being hard. She admired the thickness of his member and how it pulsated with need as it grew. Her admiration was short lived as she pressed her needy mouth.