As I did, I could already smell her pungent odor of musky, dried sweat, just like her mother. The scent was overwhelmingly strong but still sexually i...toxicating to me. I placed my nose in my daughter’s wet, reeking pit, I sniffed then I began taking long licks, like a cat. Her pit hair was soft, smelly and wet, I was in fucking heaven. As I licked my daughter’s sweaty pit, she would stop sucking and giggle her little girl sounding giggle, “Hehehe, Daddy that tickles, mmm but I like it. No one. It was inches away from her forehead. "Turn your head to the left and cough twice please." I watched her eyes look up at the underside of my shaft. There was a faint smile on her lips.I felt the warmth of her hand as she held my balls. My shaft was resting just on top of her hand. She adjusted her fingers again and had me cough once more. As she stood up, she turned her hand over and then moved away to write down her findings.I asked her what else did she do besides a pediatrition she said she. She gasped between our kiss and moaned something and I part from our sizzling Kiss and still smiling I bend down to kiss and lick her whole Neck and I began to nibble her throat, sucking it slowly. My Fingers were pushing her Base upwards with full force, while also clasping her Ass tightly and my Fingers were good too.She was breathing heavily now and the way her Breasts moved up and down between us was just exotic. Now I had seduced this woman completely and she was asking for more from me. Still puzzled John opened the front door and saw hisformer next door neighbour Mr Dawkins rushing in to his porch out of thepouring rain. Mr Dawkins paused to shout a greeting, "Morning Joanne,filthy weather eh?"John automatically responded, "It certainly is, Robert. You look afteryourself."Moving on to the drive, John realised that Mr. Dawkins had died 5 yearssgo and he hadn't known his first name. Furthermore he had called him'Joanne'. In a way that was a relief that be hadn't been exposed as.