And when his tongue darts out to touch the area around her anus, she becomes so lightheaded she has to lean against the railing for support. His spit ...licks her asshole. She relaxes her muscles, hoping that soon he will slide a finger in her. She lets everything else fall away from her consciousness her husband somewhere below, the awful music, the fact that someone could walk by and see her exposed in order to focus on the sensations emanating from her asshole and her pussy. The bud of her. Before I made an ass of myself, I tried to remember what had happened the night before. I remember Jen's stupid party, and I remember the Cop Out. I even remember the invitation by Anya. So odds were good that I was in the fancy bed and breakfast downtown. Did that mean Anya was beside me, or did she sell me into slavery after she got me drunk.I decided I just had to know, so I turned to the person sharing the bed with me. The person was not Anya or anyone else I knew. I had gotten drunk and. He pulls me up and ushers me to face the wall. He asks me to put both hands on the cold wall and use his knees to spread my legs. I moan as his knee rubs me between my legs nudging my sopping core and my clit. With the warm water showering over our bodies and my father’s knee teasing my pussy, I feel so good and I am really looking forward to be fucked by my father. “Your pussy is so wet Erica.” “It’s wet because of you Daddy.” “Don’t be too loud. Okay Baby? We don’t want to wake up your. ’ her hands upon my breasts squeezed. Massaging... tugged, and pinching my nipple slowly. Sliding herself deeper inside me. Her hands grasping my breasts tugging softly. ‘Ahhh...’ she moaned. Gliding slowly sliding between my thighs. Her hands are magic touching my skin. Grazing mu vagina with her lips. Nipping my vagina slow. Licking my nipple softly. That evening was unforgettable. The sun shone. The rain storm made me wet with desire. She kissed me devilish laugh and felt my breasts.