" He told her."Whatever happens we can't tell Mommy." Why?" Arial looked down at him and asked him with his own deep tone."Because it's a game of pret...end." He told her. "You are going topretend to be Daddy and I am going to pretend to be Arial. We are goingto try to fool Mommy."Arial looked uncertain. She had taken the switch rather well but shestill looked rather uncomfortable."It's our secret." Jeff told her.This made her smile. Arial loved secrets."Come on." Jeff beckoned her. "Lets go wait. " I checked my feminine watch. "I have thirty minutes to getready for work." You're not seriously going to go to work are you!"I shrugged. "What else should I do? You've seen the lanyard. There's ahandbag down there with my phone in it. I can't sit here and sulk, I'llhave to work out a way back. Have you got this room tonight?"She shook her head. "I'm going back to London. I should pack, I have atrain to catch."I sat heavily on an armchair and ran my fingers through my hair. It wasvery heavy.. She strokes her fingers up and down the length of it. The condensation on the clear glass wets her palm.The woman on the bench raises her hand and sucks the moist droplets from her palm. Her tongue explores her raised palm and she stretches out her legs, stiffening her thighs and lower back. She relishes the tautness in her muscles.She thinks of wetness, and pictures the forms of wet she knows. The thought of rain makes her shiver, while thinking of the sea makes her smile. She wills herself. Incest... Wow. I love it.”“Yes,” groaned Miley, another saleswoman. She squirmed in her chair, her short, black hair swirling about her round face as she masturbated.The other employees moaned, their bodies moving again, getting into the motivating spirit of the meeting. I stared back down at my daughter, my hands smoothing her silky, black hair as she worked her mouth up and down my cock.She was so skilled at sucking cock. “Oh, did Ms. Marcie teach you how to blow a futa? Huh, did she turn you.