It was my pussy that Dad was fucking. He was fucking it hard, but I was not lying there grunting like my frigid mom. "Fuck me harder, Daddy. Drive tha...t big dick of your up my hot cunt. I am so close, Daddy, fuck me and make me cum."I watch as he takes a deep breath, and he says, "Here, you get what I wanted to give Carla." Yes, Daddy, give it to me. I feel it filling my pussy. Cum in me Daddy, I'm cumming to. Fill me up. Do you feel me cumming on your cock. Oh, fuck yes." In my frenzy I saw Dad. We are still shocked by the first view that we might not come up with something”, Mr. Thomas explained. “Maybe a fresher mind can be better for us to see what to do”“Fresher mind…”, Chris thought for a while until something snapped inside his head. “I think I know who!”“Really?”“I don’t know if she fits to what we want, but I think she is perfectly smart to help us to put that bar up”“A girl’s mind… well, I think a woman can give us a better opinion and tips anyway”“There is this. I put on my wig, removed the butt plug, and slid on a pair of platform pumps.I was nervous beyond belief and decided a couple of shots of whiskey were in order to calm myself. Just as I finished the second shot and used some Listerine to freshen my breath, I heard a knock on the door."You look gorgeous," he said in a voice that sounded as nervous as I felt."You're too kind," I gushed back in my best feminine voice.I asked if he wanted a beer or something and wanted a beer. I told him to have a. They rested with their sticky fingers on each others thighs, enjoying the peace of the moment.The pain in his leg ratcheted up and last night's memory was torn from his thoughts as the hand comp alarm intruded on his thoughts. Kay had handed him a hand comp earlier in the cycle, which he had not switched on yet. Volentin did not use the words "day" and "night". One cycle had two shifts and that was their "day". They only ate once a shift and all of these little changes were taking some.