She was an absolute fan of my methods.After this we used to have our sex phone chats where she would phone telling me she wanted to undress and wanted...to know how I would fuck her. I would give her a different pose and ask her to suck my dick to which she would naughty say no. I would call her outside her flat in loose clothes and without wearing a bra, and start bitch hitting her in her ass and boobs, to which she would press my body and say she wants more slaps. When I was contented I would. “You know why I’m here,” he said.“You’re here because if you straight up tell Sam she can’t see me, she’ll be banging on my door in five minutes,” I said. “She’s got a healthy amount of ‘Fuck you, you can’t tell me what to do’ in her.”He studied me for a moment. The waitress came by. He ordered a whiskey sour; that sounded good, so I asked for one as well.“She gets that from you,” I said.“Does she?” he dared me.“Yes. You could’ve hung up in my ear. You needed to talk to me to tell me ‘Fuck. Philip speed-dialed Pam's home phone and quickly set up a time and place for the two of them to meet that very afternoon. He told her to get the most reliable babysitter for "their" baby and just leave the little one in the sitter's care while Daddy and Pamela got together to fuck their brains out. Philip laughed after he'd hung the phone up thinking how funny it would be if anyone else had overheard his lusty erotic conversation with his own daughter and the mother of the baby he'd helped her. Jeri and Lisa had moved a little to the side and were chatting about household stuff, curtains, furniture and crap like that. Jeri was wearing a white tank top and red shorts. The summer heat was in full swing, and while Portland is mild most of the time it was over 85 degrees today. The tank top barely covered her huge mounds, the full round tops and a lot of cleavage were visible. I was stealing glances to see if I could see her nipples through the thin fabric and I swear I could just make.