How could she tell Jena without talking to him first? He added betrayed to his swirling list of emotions. He looked at their daughter and blurted out,... "Your Mom likes it up the ass." Me too," Jena said with a big smile that she hoped might defuse the tension between her parents. "I mean, I've never had a man back there, but I like feeling a finger or a toy back there."George felt his world spinning farther out of control. Dad's weren't supposed to know something so personal about his daughter.. We are well-placed to suggest the best possible match, the most responsible match, genetically. That is our purpose. Our advice is usually taken. Sometimes it may not be. The only circumstance in which that occurred in recent memory resulted in a most unfortunate state of affairs which required the most extreme of remedies. I will not trouble you with the details." But you intend to trouble me in some other way, I think. How does the Office of Genetic Responsibility come to be consulting me?". Stan could tell she was only mostly joking though. He looked back out the window. ‘Uh huh. Oh, look. Do you think the Health & Safety people would approve of the way that guy’s balancing on the top of the tent?’ Elizabeth looked. She said, ‘I don’t know… Bob? You’re the Safety guy. What do you think? Bob emerged from his office, glanced over and, turning away, said, ‘I think I will go and get a coffee – I really didn’t see that at all!’ The three of them laughed. That was a standing joke every. The sensation felt amazing, our bodies in sync and working perfectly together. I pulled her close to me and ground my hips against her thighs, her ass pressing into me."Fuck, Ifeoma, you feel so fucking good," I moaned."Mmmm, do you like the way I feel inside?"I buried my cock to the hilt and pulled back on her hips, pinning her ass to me with my cock plunged deep into her pussy. "God yes," I said, "you're so warm and tight." I began swirling my hips and she followed suit. She twisted around.