" I hope I can motivate them a little, too." Come by when you're through. Tell me about it"When the doorbell rang, Helen closed the drawing she was wo...king on and went to the door. Sandy had pulled off his shirt, draping it over his shoulder. She put her arms around him and pressed herself against his bare chest. The orange cat had come to the door with her and rubbed against Sandy's legs, making welcoming noises.When their lips parted, she said, "I wasn't being nasty or anything, not coming. I just surrendered to him, and each time he pushed in, he slapped up against my hands holding my butt apart.His pubic bone pressed hard against my tailbone with each thrust in. I was pinned down like a wrestler, and he held me in place by my shoulders. Each time he bumped up against me, it forced me to exhale with a little grunt. So added to the squeaking of the bed we heard me going "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!"I was limp and completely submissive, and my vagina was wide open and wet. So much of my love. ”“Perhaps he will let me paint it?”“Probably, it’s just like the Forth Bridge, the maintenance on such an old house is —”Just then a little old Asian woman poked her head around the door.“Hello,” greeted Lyndsey.“Hello,” the Asian woman replied with a smile, “Mr Mason, Leone say Maisie ready in ‘bout 30 minutes.” She paused while Mason nodded his acceptance of the delay as if it was a common occurrence. “Would you like to change your mind on a cup of tea?”“Yes, thank you Mrs P, I would love a. "You really want the truth?" she asked. "No punishment for truth? You've always said that, but..." She paused, then looked me in the eyes. "Dad, I haven't been a virgin for over a year." She waited for the explosion.Hey, my view of the universe had been altered repeatedly over the last month. Was I going to get upset over a little thing like some fumbling dirtbag stealing my baby's virginity? Not after I fumbled with the internal Dad-mode switch. I curbed my first impulse to ask who and instead.