" he said, as I walked between him and the TV and stood there so he could see me.My hair and lipstick were slightly messed. My shirt was buttoned aske..., and was completely outside of my skirt, while my skirt zipper was completely undone.Then Jason walked in."I'd like you to meet a friend of mine." I said.He turned his head, saw Jason, and sat up on the couch.Jason was dressed better, but his pants zipper was half way down."Why don't you two get acquainted, while I freshen-up." I said.They. She had shaved freshly for me. As if reading my mind, she said, 'It makes me feel more confident, and sexually attractive'. I stroked her, and she was wet, so I slipped a finger in and gently stroked. I slid my lips past her nipples, over her belly and into her honeypot. I slid my hands under her bottom and squeezed, lifting her to my mouth. I licked her clitoris as she stretched in spasm, then slipped a tongue inside her, as far as I could. She was warm, moist, and truly delicious. I felt the. "Together they hurried up the stairs and into the master bedroom. Vixen's father, after tossing aside his boxers, fell on his bed, smiling and still wearing his socks. Vixen stripped, straightened up his cock in a couple of minutes with her practiced hands and talented tongue and then she threw a long leg over her father's hips and slowly eased herself down his big pole while he reached up to enjoyed her firm breasts, the ones that were hers and not the pair he paid for. Vixen bounced and. .It had been almost a week and her body was starting to heal, her bruised clitoris and the swelling of her pubes and love tunnel from sadistic abuse had gone down, almost returning to normal. But was still quite sensitive to the touch or having anything next to it, this made it impossible for her to wear panties or panty hose . The tattoo that she thought was real had started to fade.. Thank goodness she thought, wondering what her straight ass vanilla husband would do if he had seen it?..