Our conversations covered everything politics, drugs, even sex. “You know, I never could come with your father,” she said. “I always had to mast...urbate.” I was pretty non- committal during these ramblings she got into. I found myself simultaneously embarrassed, and very, very turned on. At home, I’d fantasize about how great it’d be to fuck her. I’d gotten lots of experience with the two or three long-term hippy girlfriends I’d had. We’d done everything, and for long periods too. The fact that. Missy looked up in the tree to see if she could find any sign of that little fucker’s clothes!“What are you looking for?” Her father’s voice boomed.“Umm…I…was just looking.” She said.“Missy…” Oh no, he used her name at the start of a sentence, she was doomed, “Missy, I have always raised my children to tell me the truth. I believe in honesty above all things. I work for the court and before that I was a military man as will be your brother as soon as he gets out of college. Hopefully after his. I get my phone out of my pocket to call Bryce’s answering machine in his office because it’s still night there. When it gets to the point about messages I say, “Bryce, Al, I just found out the hotel here has a policy to discriminate against divorcees. First thing this morning get off a directive to all of my businesses to review policies, and amend any with any discrimination at all. You know my views, so draft a letter and send it out. They also have to place all of the corporate policies on. I breathed out strongly as I tensed up. I was being split in 2, my hole opened up and stretched beyond anything I'd ever felt before. Reggie pushed me higher up on the couch so that my legs were sticking straight out with my toes barely touching the ground. He pushed my lower back down so my ass was the highest part of my folding body. With his body weight now all above me, Reggie slowly but constantly kept pushing his cock in. He started to count the inches, "3... 5... 7...." At 8 I jumped.