To slip over minuties of no importance to the main of my story, I pass the interval to bed-time, in which I was more and more pleas'd with the views t...hat open'd to me of an easy service under these good people: and after supper, being shew'd up to bed, Miss Phœbe, who observed a kind of reluctance in me to strip, and go to bed in my shift before her, now the maid was withdrawn, came up to me, and beginning with unpinning my handkerchief, and gown, soon encouraged me to go on with undressing. In no time, Trina let out a wail, pulled her father’s face hard into her breasts and began grinding her clitoris against the base of his shaft, as a delicious, warm orgasm washed across her entire body.“Ah…ah…ah…yes…I’m cumming….ah…aaaaaahhhhhh….aaaaahhhhh….hmmmmmm….my God, that feels good….yeah, dad….right there…..yeah….aaaahhhhhh….aaaaahhhhh….”They remained motionless for a few seconds, with Bart’s prick stuffed deep inside Trina’s cunt, as she reveled in her ebbing climax. Then Bart grabbed. “You’re looking at me like that, really?” “Yes I am. I mean that too. Think about it. You try to keep in shape. You are a very good looking man and you know it…or at least I think you do. And daddy, to me at least, you look as sexy as it gets,” she told him. He was still in his business suit and he still had his tie on. He looked at her directly and seeing as he was his quite trim in the frame his eyes were easy on her. Yes, he was a very handsome looking fellow. She smiled at him as he looked. .” I cut him off. “Paul, right now I’m not feeling this. Can you just take me home?” “Maddie, let’s talk about this.” “No, it’s no use tonight. I’m too emotional about it right now. Like, I’m sure, to you, you haven’t done anything wrong. And maybe you’re right about that. But you’re not going to convince me of that tonight. Let’s… Let’s go home and we’ll talk tomorrow or the next day or something.” And, that’s what happened. Paul turned the car back on and we headed back down the hill to our.