I could tell it was going to indeed be wet, so I told him it was OK with me if he wanted to save his clothes and be in his briefs. OK, I admit I was r...ally just getting a bit self conscious, him dressed and me not, and just wanted to even things up.Turns out he's a boxers guy, and also cuts hair wonderfully! He washed, cut, washed, dried and styled, and honey I have never looked so good! OH!Sorry, anyway we didn't do anything sexual that night, but it did make us comfortable being in our undies. Maybe she did want me.What if I released her from her orders, would she want to go back to being a normal father and daughter, or really have me dominate her? I wondered if she would still give me blowjobs. And would she be willing to go that last step, to let her own father fuck her. Would she do it if the Blackmailer wasn’t around to push her into it by making it an order? I wanted to do the right thing for my daughter, but I certainly didn’t want to go back to being a lonely loser. I clung tight to your shoulders as you thrusted in and out of my tight hole. Every now and then a groan would seep past our lips. I arched my back to stay in rhythm with you. Although it was freezing cold in the house, beads of sweat began to appear all over your body and trickle down your sides. My hair was damp and started sticking to my face because of the workout. Suddenly you paused and reached up to smooth my hair from my face. You kissed my cheek and ran your lips across my damp. She felt Roberta’s hands on the back of her head. She sucked the precious liquid. It had been waiting for a long time. It was ripe. When Roberta removed her hands, the blonde lifted her head and moved her body over Roberta’s to kiss her, mixing the juice from her cunt with the saliva in her mouth. Roberta was lapping it up.After a silent pause, Madeleine turned on her back and waited for Roberta’s onslaught. The brunette sucked on the blonde’s heavy tits as she squeezed them and made the.