I lifted my head up just to see how dad was smooching, eating and fondling my pussy with his fingers. “I wish I had brought you with me earlier” D...d spoke while inserting her two fingers in my wet pussy and chewing my tits with her lips. “Ohm sorry dad, I am not in my senses and cannot give you what you really want from me”. I replied. My pussy started throbbing and soon I squirted my juices at dad’s hands. I felt a little embarrassed as I ejaculated so soon. But dad was so passionate. He. He had a dirty grey beard his age in his 60, s maybe. Debbie was knelt naked on the half collapsed bed. Her hands were tied to the bed post her butt raised slightly with her legs together kneeling. The dirty tramp looked up and down her trembling sweaty body. Her admired her painted toes, her soft calves and toned thighs. Her arms were skinny and tensed a little, that swan neck the hairs on end and her pouty red lips eyebrows raised arrogantly. He coughed a nervous cough."Get the fuck on with. "I laughed, "Well I played for you today and have none of your underwear to show for it."She looked at me and flicked her tongue over her lower lip, then nodded. "Okay," She shifted in the booth and I watched as she yanked her arms into her shirt and squirm around until her arms popped back out with her bra in hand. She smiled and thrust the bra toward her, "Here!"I blinked and took the bra slowly, kind of more surprised to be suddenly in the possession of a bra than anything else. Though it. *** Florence lived in a small, homely cottage, the kind that seemed to have jumped straight off the pages of a fairy story. Honeysuckle grew around the door and a big weeping willow tree stood at the side of the house. There was a cobbled path which led through a tangled garden of flowers and shrubs, all of which seemed to have grown as if by magic. Cupid followed Florence through the glossy red front door and into the living room. It was cluttered and cosy, bookcases covering the vast majority.