’ ‘You can’t because it’s not true. Laundry Saturday, vacuum, do the garage, and clean the bathrooms.’ I looked at my cards. ‘I fold,’ ... said. According to our rules, I was now stuck with doing the laundry tomorrow and vacuuming the house. ‘You sure have loosened up since your oil dance,’ I said with a hint of inquiry as she dealt the next hand. I couldn’t get the image of my sweet Millie wriggling and jiggling in nothing but a coating of shiny oil out of my mind. That, and the ferocious. That couldn’t hurt anybody…right? His hand moved faster, gripping his cock with vise like precision. He could feel the steady ooze of pre-cum as it dripped like a leaky faucet from the head of his cock. Images of Sarah in her tight T shirt and tiny lace panties swam behind his eyes, making his strokes faster, his breathing harsher. Release was within his grasp. His daughter’s name fell quietly, like a gentle caress, from his lips as he threw back the covers, knowing that when he came, it would. With my free hand I cupped her chin and give her an impassive weighing stare. The expression on her face, the way her mouth hangs half open, virtually dripping desire and her eyes beg me to push her down and take her cause my penis to throb in my pants. Playing slightly to the small web cam set up to broadcast to my computer, I resist the invitation and instead turn her head first to the left and then right as if I were inspecting property.The gesture isn't lost on Amy and a gasp escapes her. I licked, letting my tongue find her clitoris and sucking it gently. Her hands remained in my hair and she caressed me. My hair was pulled but gently so I had to lift my head and she kissed me again, deeply and lovingly. ‘Now, stand up.’ I stood and heard that rustle again as she stood too. A small tinkling noise came and then her fingers rolled my left nipple and pulled it and then the fire hit me as she clamped it. As I opened my mouth to gasp her mouth closed over mine. ‘Shhh, Kitty, just a.