" Please fuck me in my ass!" she cried. That was music to my ears. I stacked two pillows under her to prop up her hips and told her to relax her legs....One of my hands caressed her body, especially her lower back and cheeks, moving occasionally to her clit and swollen lips. I lubed two fingers of my other hand generously and started with just one, gently moving it into her ass and sliding it in and out. Shortly after, the second joined it. I took my time, allowing her body to become accustomed. We had no set pattern or order, rather just allowing whatever came into our heads to be the driving force. Spontaneity released any inhibitions and often led to some wild events and explosive climaxes. I remember that I was paying particular attention to Jen's nipples. She loved, and still does, her nipples being given a hard time. Her response was the usual mixture of moans and body thrusts that signified her pleasure. Quite unexpectedly, she arched her back and nearly screamed. I thought that. So it was with a little bit of apprehension that I waited for whatever it was that my daughter had to say. She is not a fidgeter, but when she's nervous, she chews on her lip. Like my wife used to.I could tell that she had played this conversation out in her head several times already, but was now coming up blank. After a false start or two, and a deep breath, she finally spoke."What was my dad like?"Steadying myself against the kitchen counter, I let out a deep, sorrowful sigh. I, too, had. The foggy mist was penetrated by flashing blue lights in her mirror. The driver’s heart sunk as she realized she was about to face the consequences of tipsy driving. Had she not stayed in her lane? She did remember a couple of times feeling and hearing the rougher gravel of the shoulder of the road, but she was in control of her faculties. The blue lights got brighter as they closed in on the back bumper of a black four door car. Riding shot gun with the officer was Dr. Montgomery Addison who.