Yes daddy. And a few other things, your vagina is called a pussy, or a cunt. Understand? Yes Daddy I stood up, grabbed the bowl from the table, and wa...ked over to Daddy, with my shirt still stretched below my boobs. I put the ice on the coffee table, and sat down on the couch beside Daddy. sit on the floor please. Yes daddy I then sat on the floor in front of daddy, on my knees, so that I could reach him better. No you gently put your hand up and down it like this&hellip, Daddy showed me how to. When I told her I sometimes liked to be on the receiving end of anal sex, she quite happily fingered my ass with a well lubed fingers to loosen me up and then fucked my ass with one of her dildos while she sucked on my cock. She even surprised me one night during a canoeing trip with a strap-on, the orgasm was incredible and I was so turned on that I stayed hard long enough to bring her to several orgasms afterwards. When she mentioned she enjoyed mild bondage, I made sure that every so often. She gasped when she saw him throw it away from her reach on the floor. The next thing he pulled off was her bra. She was now standing topless in the kitchen and pressed against her son. She was lost in the moment but was aware of his stooping down. She felt the zip at the back of the skirt being pulled down. She felt her skirt fall to her feet. She felt him pull her soiled panties down to her ankles. Then he stood up and turned her around rather violently. She looked at his face while in her. My pussy almost vibrated with desire. It needed me. But I couldn’t think about it at all.And then…I just stopped thinking. I focused on my breathing, hearing it slow. My cunt began to quiet down. I embraced the gentle breeze licking my calm form.I rested. I was so tired from the rest of the day. My boobs hurt. My cunt was sore. Muscles throbbed and pulsed. I simply relaxed, not thinking about fighting it all. I just wanted to...be.Time passed. The sun set, its heat leaving me. I didn’t budge an.