" She heard a mumbled grunt of recognition echo back from the clouds, and returned to her quarters to rest and prepare for the next day's hunt. Rico w...s weaker than ever after the trials of the past two days, and was now slipping meekly under the control of the women, in the warmth of the bath-house his cock stiffened like a flag pole about to raise the white flag of surrender; his thoughts were firmly on his fate at the hands of the dominant redheaded Astra, as he watched the beads of. She raised her eyes to mine and said “What’s the matter, Dad? Do you think that I don’t know what cum smells like?” Of all the sentences I might of thought of, I never expected to hear those words from my sweet daughter. I stammered and stuttered and mumbled something like “Well… I…” and with that fatherly air of superiority that we dads all seem to have, said “I mean, I’m sure I wouldn’t know, uh, “ She actually giggled then, at my obvious confusion and said “And Dad?” she grinned. After a few more minutes of dodging other cars on the highway, the pair pulled into Green Hills Mall. Once Kimberly had helped her much shorter and curvier friend out of the car, the two started off to the main doors then veered directly toward the maternity section. Kimberly couldn't help but notice how perfectly round her friend's perfectly rounded, impossibly pert ass was and how good she looked in the baggy blouse and pants combo she was wearing. Normally she'd be wearing some sensible. After he seated her he returned to his chair. He rang the silver Dinner Bell, to his right. The young black woman entered through the butlers pantry. He informed her to serve Mrs. Cooke breakfast. She then disappeared. After Mrs. Cooke was served we continued with eating. The moment Mrs. Cooke finished she stood. She looked at the Judge and said. Would you please be so kind, as to keep these two quiet? He answered, I will do my best. She then walked up the staircase and went into her room..