Please do not be embarrassed. You, again, are incredibly sexy.’ I passed the photos to Amy, one at a time and in order. After looking at all of them... she had tears in her eyes. ‘Please don’t feel uneasy, Amy. I didn’t know what was on that roll. John never talked about anything that involved you. I still believe that these are the most beautiful pictures I have ever seen. I did not make second copies of these. The negatives for all of the pictures are here in this envelope. I’m giving them to. You fulfill one of my needs as I do yours. However, I’m realizing that I have so many more that need to be fixed. And when it smacks me in the face, I hurt for it. And I guess your text did just that. I wanted to tell you that at lunch, but when I saw you and how happy you were and those big brown eyes looking at me so carefree, I didn’t want to ruin it. I know what we have, truly I do. It’s purely sexual. And I really thought I was able to separate sex from feelings. I thought if I could have. I get the stories directly from the writers. Have you ever had a problem with the pay sites raiding your stories? About the pay sites, I don't know. I did have a problem with a pay site when they started up. An author gave me a story, then sold it to them, but forgot to tell me! So they freaked when I posted it to the newsgroups! Some pay sites have 'attacked' like sharks when they 'sniff' a potential 'rip-off', yet I've never heard about you or Mindy 'auditing' them. Do you get some sort of. I buried into her again and again. I rammed to the hilt in her. “Make me wife explode!”“Yes, Daddy!” gasped my daughter.My balls thwacked into her pussy lips as the pressure built and built in them. My nuts swelled with cum approaching a boil. I ached to erupt in her incestuous depths. Her silky sheath squeezed about me. She undulated her hips, stirring around my shaft. The stimulated pleasure rippled through me.It was incredible. I groaned as her snatch squeezed around me. She bucked back into.