If he wasn't in his suit, wasn't carrying his briefcase or sitting behind his desk, you wouldn't think him an insurance guy at all. He looked like ...... I dunno what, but not an insurance guy. His shoulders were too wide for that, his waist too narrow. He still had a hard stomach, probably from running around with his son all the time. Dad was a pretty good soccer player and he loved teaching Jack Junior how to play.My dad was way cool and the best man I'd ever known, except I'd forgotten that. At the time his call came in I was sitting back with a TV show from the night before running on my computer."Silvia we need you to come to the pub now. It's nothing bad but it is important it's about Allen." the kid said."Is Allen alright?" I asked."Yes, but we need your help, please come now," he said."Alright I'm on the way. I grabbed the .22 mag and a handful of shells. I also grabbed my cut down twenty gauge over and under shotgun. If I needed more than those, I would have to play it by. " Kiki spied that her mother held something in her hands.Noticing Kiki's gaze, it was suddenly thrust at her. Unfurling itnervously she saw it was one of her t-shirts. Not paying attention duringthe last pile of laundry gathering, Kiki must have picked up the NineInch Nails shirt accidentally."You will not wear such things in my house."If only she knew, thought Kiki. "Yes, mama."Her mother pursed her lips. "Take that smile off your face. You are luckyI didn't throw it in the-"Suddenly the. I hope she has some in reserve. Leaving her cock but still holding on to it, I move up her body to kiss her on the lips and transfer some of the cum into her mouth."Thank you Daddy! That has been building up ready for that moment!" Thank you Karen. that was delicious"Out of the sports bag i have brought with me, I pull out my toiletry bag and from that my razor and shaving foam. I lay them on the table. She watches me from her position on the table. She is lying on her side, propped up by one.