.."My voice is strained. I know what I've been watching is wrong; twisted but I can't help how it makes me feel. Feels daddy's hard cock pressing agai...st my pussy tells me he can't help it either. "When a doggy fucks you honey... You can't tell it which hole...he could get this one..." He trails off pushing the head of his cock into my dripping slit and then ripping it away. Shivering, I moan... I want it back inside... "Or this one..." I could hear his soft, mean laugh as his thick cock. Why is it so important that I wake up now? Can’t I get up in a few hours?” “You’ll get up now young lady. Your mother and I do not want you sleeping all day and frolicking by the pool. Get your ass up and get weeding.” “Okay, I’m getting up!” My father then went down the stairs and left for work. Shortly after he left, my mother left too. I was not happy, but I did have an idea on how I could get out of all this work. I took a shower and dried my hair. I put on some make-up and pulled out a. My name is Agent Scott Anderson, speaking to you from CIA, Langley.”“I see,” replies Brown with a slight falling intonation which implies that speaking to the CIA is not his most favorite way to pass the day. “Can I help you in any way?”“Well, there is an issue I would like to speak with you about, take your advice, perhaps secure your help if you were able to be of assistance. Do you have time now or is there a better time for me to call?”This is the second time in this conversation for Brown. And then I saw an idea flash across her face. "Maybe I should be punished in return then." She suggested. "What?" Her sudden change of tack confused me. What was she on about now? Michelle stood up and slipped off her knickers, hiking her dress up over her hips to reveal a shaven cunt. I stared at it uncomprehendingly until I suddenly grasped her intention. I gasped. "Chelle, you want me to..?" "Fuck me? That's exactly what I want." "But I can't." I wailed. "Can't get it stiff for a woman.