Something felt different. A smile emerged when she understood. Behind her Sylvan slept, his hand resting on her hip. But, opening her eyes she saw Sop...ie sleeping, curled up facing her. Marie studied her daughter's face, relaxed in sleep, innocent and beautiful.A warm flush of love ran through her. Reaching out she used a finger to push a stray lock of hair out of Sophie's face. Sophie's nose flared gently. Her dark brown eyelashes looked impossibly long and thick against her cheeks. Marie. ..or a copy of it."That was some little stunt you pulled in there" she said laughing.I gave her a wry grin and replied, "That ballerina makes me tired. What she needs is a good hard whipping."(it was because she loved twisting herself up into a pretzel every class, being excessively flexible, and as any artist knows, it's hard enough to just draw someone's weight-shift and shadowing properly if they're just casually standing, leaning against a pole.)Susie's eyes widened and she said "From the. She kissed it again. He smiled broadly.Over the next 20 minutes or so, she licked, she sucked, she bit; she moved her lips and teeth up and down. She moved her little tongue all around and up and down his thumb. He closed his eyes and just let her guide herself.After a while, she stole another peek at his cock. It was so red, it almost looked purple. It seemed to be getting larger. Big ropy veins appeared. It was the most amazing thing to see.He helped her sit back. He gave her a little. Sam slid his fingers along the edge of the jock and his fingertips grazed his son's hairy nuts. John let out a gasp of air and pushed his hips forward forcing his father's hand further into the pouch of his jock. Sam now pulled one of John's balls out the side of the jock and kneaded it in his hand. John's cockhead flared and let out a big drop of precum which dripped down the side of his cock and onto the pouch of the jockstrap wetting it.Then Sam started running his fingers lightly over the.