“Well, if you see something you like, there would be nothing wrong with adding a little color to your room.”We were seated at a table by a window ...verlooking the veranda and on out to the lake.“We hardly do anything together—as father and daughter. We should do this more often,” I tried again.“We go to church.”“As important as it is, there is more to life than church?”“Is there?”“Cassandra, what is the problem?” I tried not to sound irritated. Having a conversation with my daughter was taxing. . yes, Sir." "Or perhaps you 'want' me to rip this pretty dress from your body." He took hold of it in his fist between my breasts. "You'd love that, wouldn't you?" I swallowed and stopped struggling. "But it's one of my favourites, Sir," I whined. Surely he wouldn't. "You don't think I would?" I looked at him imploringly. I needed fucking. I didn't need my second favourite dress torn to shreds. God... I could feel how wet I was getting. I'd put my panties back on earlier. They were getting. Arching her back and squeezing her legs she let out with an enormous climatic scream.“Oh fuck yeah, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”Then she squeezed his balls and sucked the cock hard so it violently exploded in her mouth. “Yeah! Yeah! Dewayne screamed as Bridget swallowed every drop.After a few seconds of silence, Bridget said very loudly, “Just because you made my pussy cum and I’m wearing your cock cum on my fucking face doesn’t mean we’re finished. I still want to fuck you. And you need to. "Now you make me feel sorry, Alicia," Angique whispered. "I love you too much to see you cry like this."That broke down the last of the remaining dams. The girl crumbled into her embrace, sobbing her heart out."Come," Angique said, pulling Alicia off her soaked chest. "Let's go upstairs and have some privacy."The dying embers in the fireplace sparked when Angique threw new wood on them — flames shot up, spreading an intense heat. Angique turned around, seeing the girl linger at the entrance..