Yes..." Laura kept urging her father to suck her clit. Her hips jacked up pushing her loins eagerly to her father's mouth. Oh Papa, I love the way you...suck my clit.Her father suddenly stopped sucking."Why, Papa?" Do you want Papa to suck your clit some more?" Yes... yes, Papa..." Surely you know I'm loving it, Papa.Her father's mouthed locked again on to her excited clit and sucked it vigorously. Her hips jacked up again and again as her clit throbbed with delight. Laura held on to her father's. While Julie, his wife, was dripping wet, waiting expectantly for her lover to tell her to suck his cock. ‘Did he call you a slut? A whore?’ Greg asked. ‘If only he knew, right? If he knew what a cocksucker you’ve turned into. But you didn’t tell him, did you?’ God, Julie wanted so desperately just to drop before him and tug his cock from his pants. But she knew this was Greg’s game. He wasn’t done toying with her yet. And God help her, she was sooo enjoying being his toy. Somehow, he was using. Guys just expected manicured smooth delight below…too much porn she thought and fantasizing about those Brazilian girls: the world cup soccer to blame; Rio docs on TV; that beach and those local complete tanned boob job girls; bouncing freely playing that unique beach soccer.“Hannah honey; come into the bathroom.”“I’m about to get dressed.”“Don’t bother; come here now” said Luce.Hannah rocked leisurely into the small bathroom….shower…vanity…toilet… overly cramped… in her matching lilac. "You can change in here," she said.When I came back out onto the back porch, she saw my swim trunks and said, "awww ... I had hoped you were coming out in just a towel!"I was a bit shocked at how forward she was. We'd talked about sexual things in the past, but had never taken it that far. I began to wonder if she'd been fantasizing about me, too.I'm sure I was blushing, but tried to cover it up by saying, "I figured I'd save a little something for later." Let's swim," she said with.