"If we had hands, I would agree with you. Well, I do agree with you, but-"Yeah, yeah. We physically don't have hands. Quit reminding me."Since you're ...iterally just Dialogue personified, I don't see how you could forget that fact."Oh, well sor-ry. Not all of us are uber-coherent Narrators."Coherent? Huh... I think that's the closest thing to a compliment that I've ever gotten from you."Oops, I misspoke. What I meant to say was: Go fuck yourself."That's better."So, what are we doing here?"More. I used to love to snuggle down and rub my bottom against it and feel it grow hard under my panties, making my little twat warm, too. Daddy's cock was really big and hard as stone a lot of the time. My Mom would look over at me in his lap and say, "Aren't you a bit big to be in your daddy's lap?". I think she was just jealous of me. Daddy loved to play with my long red hair and bounce me up and down on him. I know he used to cum a lot when we did that. After he'd cum, if we were alone, he'd rub. I pulled him closer and pressed my body, and breasts into him we hugged and kissed passionately until interrupted by Thomas and Jasmine who giggled ,and winked at me, I suddenly felt awful! We all went onto the dance floor for a final slow dance and Bradley held me as we danced and looked into each others eyes. I held him close and for the first time enjoyed the feel of my breasts as they pressed against his toned body. I had to pinch myself and we left to get home. I didn’t say much in the. You unclip your bra and let it fall to the floor, freeing your creamy, soft breasts. You can not help yourself from cupping and pushing them together as you lean forwards a little. "Now your panties." I say through panting breath. You obey and with a little shyness you pull them down. "I told you she shaves." "Jazz, I never doubted you." I get up and walk behind you and turn you around. I tell you to get on all fours and suck my cock and to show Sean your wet pussy. You obey with pleasure. .