" So?" my father said again."Father, if this had been the beloved wife of a union president how would the union have reacted?" I asked."We would have ...sent out some enforcers to extract retribution!" my father roared. There was a long pause. "Oh shit! If that was the wife of a popular cop." Exactly," I said finishing my father's forming thought. "Mike and the rest of his gang had to flee the state. Last I heard Mike was in Chicago." Fine," Father growled. "I guess you can still help me. Do you. . keep at it." They bothlaughed.He slowly began to rub the edges of the pea shaped organ until shebegan to get even more turned on, and then quit when they both realizedthat it may be pleasurable but she did not want to get stimulated byher own son."Ok, that is really nice and wet. I'd say that your body is in goodshape. Vicki really took good care of it. I mean, from what I've read,it doesn't look bad for having two kids. What do you think?" he smiled,looking up at the pussy and the two. He was happy to follow me.I curled up on the couch with the Pictures box next to me. I opened it up to find three photo albums inside. The first had 1991 — 1995 written on the cover.I opened it to find that each page had a clear plastic cover on it that could be peeled back from the binder edge. Pictures went underneath and the plastic was then put back over them. There wasn't any glue involved but the pages must have been treated with something. If you kind of smoothed the plastic from the. I am loving this. It's like you instinctively know what Daddy likes. Your little cunt is so tight. You sit back up and start rubbing your clit with your fingers. You then take them in your mouth tasting your sweet wetness. You do that again then place your fingers to my lips. You have the sweetest tasting juices. Fuck me harder Baby, squeeze my chest hard with your fingers. Tell me how much you want me to fill your pussy with my cum. Faster Baby, Faster. My breathing is getting.