"First, let me wrap this towel around your head so it keeps you hair out of 'trouble'," she began, carefully folding the towel like a turban around my... hair. Now, put on this," she went on softly handing me something very soft, very silky and very black!I had no idea what 'this' was, but I couldn't wait to find out. 'This' was a short, black half-slip edged with a lacy flower design at the hem and with the tiniest pink bow at the apex of the side slit. "Put this on over your head, or step into. But I needed to stay professional as hard as it was and how hard you were secretly making me. My hands immediately started rubbing and squeezing them. They felt so perfect in my hands, as if they were meant to be held by me. I realized I had already spent five minutes on them and tried to bring myself back to reality by deciding to move on. I headed back down to your thighs, then your knees, calves, and finally feet. As I worked back up to your thighs, I looked at the towel and my mind began to. We got a call from Cyrus at 8:30, to let us know Grandpa was coming in pretty much right on schedule, at 9:00. We decided to head out to the airport to meet them.Grandpa and Cole looked no worse for the wear after their day in the air, and I did get to take a quick peek inside the Citation. In some ways it was not as impressive as the King Air. It was certainly faster, but far more effort had gone into making the King Air a luxury ride. The fact that I was now very close to having my private. She was almost a different woman. She did not stop stroking my dick. Her demeanour had changed completely. I could feel her passion, her lust. “I want you to fuck her like she is your slut.” Even her voice felt different. “Make her moan. I want to hear my daughter scream in pleasure.”“Ahh!” It was my turn to moan. I have no clue what got into this woman.“Fuck her and fill her womb with your seed. Get her pregnant! And then, don’t stop. Keep fucking her and filling her up for as long as.