I would love to caress them. She lets out a small laugh, adoring my virginal boldness of requesting for her goods. Take it off yourself, she says. I r...ach around the back but cant seem to unhook it. Its a frontal hook, you amateur, she says. I place my fingers on the wire that separates the two silky shells of cloth that covers those wonderful assets of hers. Its literally like unwrapping a birthday present. I unhook the bra and open my door to milky mammary bliss. Creamy white jiggling rounds. ......drink it down you bitch " he yelled "take my cum down your throat"Jane gulped a few times and let Peterson's member slip from the throat with a "pop".Feeling a bit drained, Peterson decided to rest up for a while and watch some of the action. Julie still had her hand wrapped around her fathers hard cock and her nipples looked red and swollen from the abuse that Peterson had inflicted on them. Jane still knelt naked on the floor with cum glistening on her lips and David lay back with his. “I don’t… we can’t… shouldn’t…”“Don’t worry . . . the house is empty, Baby girl.”Emma blushes, a strange excitement burning in her chest and working its way to her pussy. She shouldn’t feel so flattered, or so tempted. But then neither should her Daddy.“I . . . well . . . what sorts of thoughts, Daddy?” she whispers, biting her lip and looking up at him in anticipation.“Let me show you. But I need you to stand up”. He guides her off his lap to stand in front of him, hooking a finger into each. Yet she couldn't do more than fondle herself with what she believed was the imminent arrival of the two young people downstairs.Some minutes later different sounds emanated from upstairs and Fran withdrew her hand perplexed. They couldn't be, could they, with her in the house and only a few yards away. The sounds she was hearing were unmistakable. Low moans and whispered comments, mixed with movements of bed and bedsprings.Not knowing quite where to look or what to do, Fran looked about her for.