Dalu saw the walls of the barn and the lack of roof. The previous owner said he was working on it. It was so cheap Dalu took his word on it. He feels ...a hand on his ass and then her lips on his neck. "What are you looking at mister?" Jidechi asks as her hand slides around his waist, under his shirt. "How would you like to go back to bed," she says as she grips and gives Dalu's crotch a squeeze. Her hand has his cock and balls in her feminine grip.Dapu almost spits out his coffee and laughs. "You. . I’ll stay out of your CDs ... anything you want ... Just don’t tell Dad!” By now, my raging hard-on had shriveled into nothing and was back in my suit. The thought of my Dad knowing what happened had totally wiped my feelings of horniness away. Obviously, Colleen knew this scared me and was perfectly willing to take advantage of it.“Well, Don, I don’t really care about dishes and CDs right now. However, since you have agreed to do anything, you can start by taking your suit off so I can see. The slime of Ray’s cum still covers her folds. She smiles to herself. Daddy’s cum. Hmm, Daddy’s baby. Her mind races with the thought that even now millions of his little egg seekers are swimming in her womb, fighting for the chance to fertilize her one, single egg. Maybe it’s already happened. Maybe his baby is already growing inside me. She slides across the silk sheets and rolls out of bed. Her pussy aches from the previous night’s activities and a dried crust of cum, Ray’s cum, sticks to. I shouldered my overnight bag, and walked through the door that the secretary had gestured to. An older woman was inside, sitting behind a large desk, and she smiled and stood as I entered. "Trudy, so nice to see you. Please, have a seat."I sat in one of the plush chairs in front of her desk, and automatically handed her the sheaf of papers that Mr. Peterson had prepared for me.She took the papers, and started rifling through them. She asked me some basic questions: Where was I from? How long.