Mr. Gill was a wheel in Kiewit Coal. An Executive Vice President in charge of Engineering. A Mining Engineer in his own right, he owned about a millio...n patents.“Excuse me,” Hilda said. “I’m Hilda Gill. Would you object awfully if I joined you for lunch. This table is beginning to smell bad.”Anna Wilson wrinkled her nose, “I believe you’re right, Hilda.” She looked directly at me, “Mind if I join you?”April Sue smiled at me. “April Sue Queen,” She stuck her hand out. I shook it.“Karen Post,. To be able to press her skin to her dad’s while he ravished her. Even when she and Matt had tested the toy he had been next to her and she could hold him. This almost felt like sensory deprivation that only pushed her orgasm to a level she had never experienced before.With her phone in her other hand, Kristin typed out a quick, ‘Dad…’The thrusting slowed for a fraction of a second before resuming. Not long after her phone pinged, ‘Yeah baby? :)’‘You’re such a dick.’He gave her a firm thrust. “Not recently enough!” she said brightly.We talked for a few more minutes and I told her I’d call her again soon. We expressed our love and then hung up.I dialed Jennifer’s number in Seattle, as she wasn’t heading to Stanford until Thursday. As soon as she answered, I knew something was wrong.“What’s wrong, Jen?” I asked.“I talked to Jocelyn. She really laid into me about letting you brainwash me.”“Well, if you ask me, I’d say I undid the brainwashing. What happened?”“She broke up with me. I. I have never been this aroused. Finally it happened, fingertips danced around my base as another hand cupped and gently squeezed my balls. I moaned into the tape covering my mouth and tried to move my hips to force their fingers where I wanted them, but I was held tight to the bed. With all the attention being given to my hard on I didn’t feel the legs caressing my ears, but I could smell the musky, sweet scent of wet pussy engulfing my nostrils. Oh god please let them take this damn tape off.