'Any chance of a coffee?' I asked.
I turned as Teresa reached up to the cupboard, carefully balanced on my d**k and managed to get a couple of mugs down and put them by the sink.
It was then that I laughed. There was definitely no way we could make a coffee and still f**k like this. Also it struck my funny bone to ask for a coffee in the staff room of a coffee shop from my barista daughter.
A giggle escaped her lips too. 'Oops, sorry Daddy,' she said, 'I know I'm not supposed to break the spell.'
'Hey, I broke it first and this isn't an exam.'
I walked her over to the sofa now and lowered her gently to it, still hard inside her.
'Forget the free use, Teresa. I just want us to come together. I don't know when we'll next get a chance to do this after today. I've got that business trip,
