I was really surprised at how wet their pussies were, and the hair did not feel as coarse as I expected….my father used to sport a full beard, and w...en he hugged me his beard felt rough on my face….and for a second I thought that they had pissed themselves, and I told them that I was really worried because if nana found my bed sheet wet she would have thought that I wet the bed and would be in for a spanking.Vicky was breathing quite heavily, and sort of groaned not to worry about it, because. My face turned to stone as I squinted, trying to finally make out the features of her face. The lamp, far behind me now, only worked to cast dull shadows. But I could see her hands, her fingers making alternating bunches of her skirt. I watched each handful, her fingers stretching out to grab the next bunch, and the next as she slowly revealed herself.Taking the bunches into one hand she let the other fall between her legs, which were now tensing arrhythmically with the anticipation of the. Zed lurched back against the seat with a grunt as Tam hit another bump. When Pa took the bit in his teeth, there wasn't no arguing with him. Anyhow, Oakville was right up ahead by now as they finally came to where the paving started.The pickup's hood, loosely anchored with a couple of lengths of baling wire, settled back down into place once they were on blacktop, the rest of the pickup's clatters and clangs covered by the roar from the rusty muffler. Worn brakes squealed as they came to a. Please don’t be mad. I’m sorry, MasterDaddy.” “I’m not mad,” Daddy said, as he slowed his thrusting. “But you are really going to get it,” he said with a mysterious smile, as he slowly pulled out and walked back into the kitchen and into the garage. I watched as he walked, bottomless, into the garage. I lay back on the table and caught my breath as I tried to fathom what Daddy had in store for me. Not cleaning the kitchen floor was bad enough, not asking permission to stand or walk was worse,.