That was your father's last wish, that you help it grow," she said, smiling ever so slightly when she finished. She came across as a good natured gran...dmother, which was probably the effect she was going for. Her last part angered me a little, trying to play the pity card."Look, I know that he wanted me to run things, but I don't have the slightest clue. Even with you here to help me, I would still be lost, not to mention be light years behind in learning how to schmooze this town," I said."I. Jack," she said. "Suck my nipples... Jack." I complied gladly.I moved my hands to the top of her shorts, unfastened the top button and slid the zipper down. Then, gripping them at the side, I tugged her shorts and panties down over her hips and fanny. Janice lifted her butt off the sofa to help me. She kicked off her sandals and moved her legs to help me as I slid the shorts down them and over her feet. I noticed that her panties were also red, matching the color of her bra. I guessed that she. He turned his daughter over. He shoved his ready tool deep into her anal canal. After ten thrusts, he withdrew his still hard rod and turned her back over. He then started stroking slowly. Meanwhile Tiffany started to wax my tool with her mouth. My dad kept increasing the tempo of his thrust to the point where Ivanka’s body was jerking hard against the carpet in reaction to my Dad’s fucks. He shot his load inside her.“Oh Steph”, Donald croaked, “I’ll never give you away as a bride or hold any. We exchange a brief embrace and a kiss as the door closes and locks. Smiles. Privacy. Secrets. Bigger smiles. You drape your jacket over a chair as a whiff of aftershave catches your nose. Warm hands on waists, hotter lips. No urgency.Yet.We move closer together. Your hand slips under my shirt, fingers seeking a nipple to twist. Tongues probe gently. My shirt is unbuttoned as your skirt is unzipped. Both landing at our feet in one fluid motion as our breath quickens.Still no urgency, only.