He finished cleaning up, put on the clean shirt he had brought along to work, combed his wet hair and headed out the front door. Sitting on the bench ...n front of the restaurant was #7. At first glance he thought she looked even younger out of her uniform. He knew she had to be at least 18 because Pepi’s served alcohol and the waitresses had to be at least 18 to work there. But she really looked like she was still in Junior high. She was very thin and her T-shirt left no doubt that she had tiny. The killer they had hired was coming north from Liverpool and Duncan was quick to make a call to get him on his way before MacGhee disappeared again.Mark also took the first steps in what he hoped would be an important breakthrough. He met with Mike Marchmont who handed over a brown envelope bulging thick with papers of some kind. Mark handed over a smaller envelope, this one full of bank notes in payment for the services the money-man had given. Excited at the prospect of finding something. He rammed himself against her pussy walls, leaving her feeling full. She hungered for it. She arched her back. Somehow, she was even more aroused with the deep spot stimulation. Her own juices leaked down her inner thighs.“Faster,” Rose begged, “Fuck me faster.” She didn’t look at him. Her gaze was fixated on the cock standing at full attention before her face. It longed to burst, but she wasn’t done playing with it.The boy inside her complied. He braced both hands on her hips, fingers digging. “Come for me…. just feel it and let go.”"Eat me, Dadddddyyy!" she cried out.Casey became a wild an(i)mal as the fires of her lust built into a raging inferno. Her hips moved madly while she furiously rubbed her dripping pussy against her father’s eager mouth and thrusting finger. She began to squeal, twisting her little ass, her knees very wide apart. She bucked and writhed wildly as her orgasm began to build into an overwhelming feeling of passion, she pulled her father's face tighter against.