Look at what you are doing to my cock."He pushed out his crotch toward my face, and I immediately pulled down my underpants to reveal my hard dripping...cock to his eyes. I lifted up my ass a little so I could pull my underpants down my thighs and down to my ankles so I could spread my legs wider."Wow, Dad, your cock is beautiful! It looks so hot with your pre-cum dripping out of it like a faucet and all over your belly. I can't take this," and then he pulled his own underpants down over his. It was way too big to fit into my mouth but I couldn't get enough of it. I ran my lips over ever square inch of that organ tongued his nuts. I could taste his man tasted and he was salty like a pretzel. Otis just stood there like an oak tree and looked down at me worshiping his cock. He was magnificent and we hadn't even exchanged a word, who needed words when there was something this magnificent available just for me. A fleeting though ran through my mind, I wondered if my pussy could. ”“You mean, Get away from the coming storm?” I suggested in return.Grace giggled, “That, too.”She turned to Isabelle and Isabelle ran to the boat house.“There’s too many kits, we need to help haul,” Grace said.“Where did my kit go?”“She’s onboard already,” Grace said. Grace pointed to a short tail in the air with a head down in a food dish.I went to the boathouse just as Isabelle was coming out with two kittens in her jaws. She had them both by the scruff.Oh, very good, Isabelle.It’s hard to. Do you understand?”“I’ve been with my boyfriend, but only oral. Please don’t tell my mother. She’ll kill me. I’ll try and be sexy,” There was a half plea in her tones and her eyes were sad.“Look! Wilma, the camera needs to see skin. If you’ve been in the business for a while, and I think ... can guess you have ... you know that. That’s what they all want. If you can’t show skin, you’re wasting your time and mine. Now, take your top off and let me see the real you.”“I’m not wearing a bra.” She.