Their hands roamed their bodies as their lips locked again. He let his left hand find the curls of her neatly trimmed pussy hair. From there, his fing...rs inched their way down to her clit, where his index gently pressed that erect nub. She pulled him closer to her in response while his fingers resumed their exploration towards her dripping entrance. As he inserted two of them, Greg let go off her lips to kiss his way to her earlobe. Her moans turned to aching whimpers. Greg's kisses lead him to. “Rip it off,” Jemima said, moaning it out. “God, dad, I want you to fuck me. I’m so fucking ready. Please, rip my knickers off.”Goaded into recklessness, wild with the need overwhelming any coherent thoughts, despite that this was my own daughter, I yanked at the fragile scrap and heard it rend. By then Jemima was squirming and groaning, two of my fingers inside her body as we kissed. She pressed her frontage against me, boobs squashing between us, both of us moaning our base desires.“Please,”. I had moved but we were still together thanks to airlines. We would get together three out of every four weekends and it was still a dom/sub relationship.On one of the weekends we were not together my neighbor invited me over to watch a fight. He always sent his girlfriend to her mothers for the events. He would have 6-8 guys over and hire a stripper. So the stripper arrives and she is hot but all she does is strip. So I asked him how much she cost and he said $300.00 plus tips. My first. The first guy I walked by grabbed my ass and said " How much for an hour?" I turned to him and said I am not a whore. Dressed like that, in a place like this, you will be before you leave, unless you walk out right now. But it was too late. Two burly guys hoisted me up on a table, tie wrapped my hands over my head to the legs below the table edge. I heard the click of a switchblade, and my bare boobs were now exposed. Two fingers hooked my thong and roughly pulled it down to my ankles. Two.