.. no," she said. "But it wasn't me. I mean, he doesn't come there just for me. He's there mainly for Ken." Who's Ken?" asked Kelly."He's the guy that... owns the house." House?" asked Allen. "That place is bigger than a hotel." Well, that probably explains it then," said Brenda. "Money talks." Not with this guy," said Allen. "All the money in the world won't buy your way into his studio." Whatever," said Brenda. "Between the two of you, you shouldn't have any trouble taking care of Barry."Now. And then I talked with Mr. and Mrs. Mills again, and they basically said I should do whatever it took to get you two to talk.”“You realize it only worked out OK from sheer dumb luck, and there’s no guarantee it’ll ACTUALLY work?”“I thought everything was cool!”“She has to go back to Purdue, and I’m concerned she’ll lapse back into her depression, or whatever it is.”“But you’re talking, right?”“Yes.”“Well, that’s something, right?”“It is,” I agreed. “I’m just worried about her.”“You were worried. Chris wanted to see for himself, so he slipped the crotch of her thong aside and slid a finger into her cunt. As he pushed into her tight hole, she moaned louder and bobbed her head up and down on his cock. She was right, he thought, she was very wet and slick as he slid his finger back and forward into her pussy. When he added another finger, he heard her breath quicken and she tensed up. She was tight, but he knew she wasn’t a virgin because her mom had her on birth control."Relax," he said. Maybe my best ever. I slid down and was sitting on the floor of the shower with my eyes transfixed on the cum sliding down the shower wall. Funny how the sight of that cum had me mesmerized. The thought ran through my mind that perhaps I had not imagined seeing my daughter watching me as we both masturbated. I don’t know how long I sat there before I rose and crept back to look in my daughter’s room. She was lying there peacefully sleeping completely nude, with the most contented smile on her.