She stood there, in just her pink and white striped panties. I got up and told her to get on the bed. She complied and she stretched out on the bed. ...I stood at the end of the bed, to get a good look at her. Her blonde hair was undone from the plait and fanned over my pillow. Glasses were still on, making her eyes seem even wider. While my gaze went over her breasts, which had traces of my saliva drying on her hard nipples. There was a small scar on her belly button from where she and my sister. “Lee, Grant and I want to do something anything to show you our admiration and all of it,” she said.“Give me back my fatherhood, my singular fatherhood,” I said. “Nothing else matters to me.”“But...” Penelope looked over at her daughter.“Dad. Mom knows what we talked about the last time; I mean last week,” said Zoe. I shrugged.“Okay, so were done talking,” I said. The beers arrived for me and Lance.“Anyone else,” said Lily.“Dad, you and I need to talk again,” said Zoe.“No, we don’t. This is. Again, we locked eyes and seconds later our lips connected in a torrent of unbridled passion. Oh My God! I thought, as she took hold of my head and buried her tongue in my mouth: she's like a volcano erupting! I had a hard time holding her back, even as I pushed back on her chest with both of my hands. She continued m*****ing my mouth as she walked me backwards towards the weight machine, until I was sitting down with a thud, and she melted into my arms."Oh, Tim, thank you for offering. I. I spent the next few hours riding Anne’s backside hard driving her into a series of shuddering climaxes. My Jesse did her bit by employing her tongue to good use making the American girl whimper like a motherless child. All in all, it was a good session and Anne invited us to a party being given by the French Ambassador on one of the River yachts that doubled as a gambling casino. I knew that Leanne would be there from the Canadian Embassy and I wanted to secure a flash drive she had promised.