Or what she had talked to him about for an hour or why she had followed him to his car — a red convertible, of course. It suited him perfectly. It w...s flashy, luxurious, sexy.Nor could she explain why she had willingly, no, more than that — eagerly allowed him access to those places only her husband should know. But she could tell you it was the best sex she had ever had.He had driven to a quiet, remote picnic area, taken a rug from the back seat, laying it on the ground before removing her. James' rolled his eyes down his daughter's body, pausing to let them linger on her pert little breasts and their budding nipples. He could see her chest heaving and he knew that she was sexually aroused. His gaze trailed down to her hips and across to her small love mound. He could see the obvious wet stain in her panties.His mouth dropped open and he couldn't speak. It was like déjà vu to him. This picture of his daughter he had played through his mind in the shower more than a. "That's it!" the photographer said. "Good! Excellent, Miss Royce!You're doing very well!" It's as if I've been photographed before!" she said to herself. "But, Idon't remember ever being photographed for any reason. How is it I'measily following this man's orders for this shoot/"After the shoot was complete, I walked back to my trailer, where I laydown on the bed. Again. She dreamed she was being lowered into some sortof tank, and that a mask was put on her face, at which point the tank. “Then make love to me the way you used to and don’t stop!” He moaned. I pull down the back of his short, pulled down front of mine, spat on my cock and entered my preggie Alpha Bottom’s gushing pussy.There we were in the park, fucking like wild a****ls, and moaning like crazy. My Alpha Bottom hanging on to a tree, baby belly jiggling, tits full of milk, screaming, “Oh god how I missed your big cock, fuck your Alpha Bottom! Fuck my pussy!” I couldn’t pound him hard enough. Every other scream.