The main thing is, we get to spend time together and get paid." God damn!" Karen Langner swore disgustedly. "Help me out here, willya!"Her partner, Ev...an Thomas, helped her park the weight bar in the receptacles above the press bench and sniggered. "You're losing it, Karen. 130 Ks, that's fifteen below your best," he needled her."Yeah, well, don't I know it?" Karen huffed. She sought refuge in a lie. "That damn bladder infection last week. I had to take antibiotics." Yeah, that can suck the. I felt my eyes growing heavy, and I let my body relax. Gradually I fell into a peaceful sleep. Feeling lips moving across my face woke me up. I blinked, waking up fully, trying to figure out what was going on. I was lying down on the couch, a blanket thrown over me, and he was crouched down near my face. I stared at him, unsure what to do or say. He held out a hand, and helped me to sit up, making room for him on the couch next to me. The Jack Daniels bottle was still on the coffee table in. But this night was different. I could sense something was troubling him as he tucked my blankets in nice and tight, the way I liked them.“Daddy, what’s wrong? You seem awful quiet tonight at dinner and even now,” I said, concerned.“Angel, I need to tell you something…” he started. Right then I knew this was something serious, and I sat up in bed.“What is it, Daddy? What’s wrong?” I said, scared of what could be bothering Daddy so much. My father was a big strong man and he was tough as nails.. Looked nothing like a cock, like the clits on the fbbs I had seen on porn sites. “Finger me”, she said. “Not a fan of being eaten out”. I stopped, “really?” She smiled, “surprising huh? Not all of us like it.” I had done this before at least, I started with my middle finger, then continued with the others as I felt her pussy stretch wider. She moaned louder and louder, starting to swivel her hips. As she did, those tight abs flexed and contracted, she’d have no trouble in her.