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Karen was free dad and daughter incest porn movies our departmental administrative assistant, although we still referred to her as our "secretary." I'd served a term as department head and returned to the faculty while another professor had served a term as department head. Now I was back again performing department head's duty. This made Karen "my" secretary, although that is a completely inaccurate portrayal of her duties. Primarily she kept me up-to-date on - and edited - the various reports I had to write, meetings I had to attend, etc. She truly ran the department, allowing me to be department "head." Only the misinformed or uninformed thought I was really in charge, and I made this plain to anyone who would listen

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Moreover, Karen was almost plain, and nobody would cross dresser incest story even call her pretty. She had a nice smile, and her eyes were warm, friendly, and alertly intelligent, but she was clearly no beauty. She wore almost no obvious makeup, and her lipstick was a subdued shade of pink. Except when we had "dirty" jobs to do, she was always professionally dressed in skirt, blouse, or dresses. Her dresses were usually ankle- length and were never revealing or teasing. For years I'd thought of her as flat-chested, but one day when she had arrived for some cleanup work wearing jeans and a work shirt, I could clearly see that she had been hiding her C-cup-sized breasts by dressing cleverly. She did not dress to attract, entice, or excite the men at work

Most importantly in terms of our mother and daughters having sex working relationship and friendship, Karen was intelligent, bright, and witty. She enjoyed her relatively low-paying and low-prestige job by doing it exceptionally well. She had saved my ass on more than one occasion because of her intelligence and good common sense. She was on a first-name basis with all of us - at least when students were not around. She was a vital part of our departmental team. But nobody lusted after her. Certainly I did not. She was a trusted and loyal friend and co-worker. Nothing more.

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I was free father daughter sex stories having a nightmare about my body being ripped apart. I became aware of a sharp pain in my left arm as I wiggled my left hand, and I was abruptly wide awake. I tried to move and found that I was completely immobilized. "Shit!" I cursed

"Welcome back, Bill! Thank God! I was afraid you son rape mom weren't going to regain consciousness!" Karen said. Her voice came from just to my left, but was muffled. My head was turned away from her, and I couldn't move it. Her body was lying partially across mine, and I could feel her pressing against me as she breathed

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