After about fifteen minutes of silence Baby Girl noticed the absence of the sounds of people eating and looked up. "Sweetheart are you off in dream la...nd again? I asked you what John did for a living," her father stated. Baby Girl blinked a couple of times, she wasn't used to hearing Daddy's real name. She always called him Daddy even in front of friends. "He's a PR representative for a law firm in the city," she answered trying not to sound to proud. "Oh is that so?" her father nodded his. You can use it on your kids.’ Anita thought about it for a few seconds and reluctantly decided to keep the money. Then she pulled out the sandwich bag and looked at it’s contents. ‘Will that get you until you come back again?’ I asked. ‘That depends on when you bring me back!’ ‘Well, I was thinking we could get together one evening during the week and once on the weekend.’ ‘That would be great!’ ‘So will that be enough weed to get you by until Tuesday.’ Anita thought about it for a few seconds. Next morning, breakfast taken in her bed she returned, father had gone off to London as usual for the next day or two, so she felt the coast was clear. The hall clock struck ten, the staff, as always were taking tea in the kitchen, as she whisked her way along the landing dressed only in her best nightdress and dressing gown. Since early light the lad had waited for her arrival, after a restless night, eager to find more of the facts he so desperately needed. At his door she hesitated a. Her pubic mound glowed almost red from the razor’s touch and felt smooth and wonderful to his fingers. His fingertips were teasing her clit again, but she wanted something more.“Finger fuck me, Uncle…” she urged, in an almost guttural tone. Uncle Mike immediately moved his fingers down and two of them slid easily into her wet folds, deeply almost up to his knuckle. Sarah gasped loudly and urged him on. “Faster! Harder!” she growled, her hips bucking and responding to his touch. Uncle’s fingers.