She was good and wet from my wife's fingers. She slid up to the hilt and squeezed me. I was in fucking heaven with her tight little pussy screwing my ...ick. I put my hands on her shoulders and pulled her down as I pushed up into her. She moaned softly. All nine inches of my hot meat was locked in tight in my baby girl's sweet pussy. Fantasy time. "Do you still like my dick, baby? Daddy loves your tight pussy. Do you remember when I popped that cherry? Now that was some good pussy, too. I though. It was dark, and cold. A small fire flickered ten or so feet away. She was lying on her side, with her hands bound in front of her. She tried to move and couldn’t stifle a groan of pain. Her whole body hurt.“Oh, little miss cow girl is awake, is she?” came Buford’s voice.Sarah turned her head to see Buford bent over, pulling things out of her saddle bags.She tried to speak, but her throat was so dry she couldn’t make words come out. She swallowed and got some saliva in her mouth.“Leave that. I always kept my cool during our disputes because I knew she was only waiting for me to make a mistake.My mistake was when I tried to defend our daughter Jennifer. Daughter, not son? That's right. Reaching puberty, little John felt more female than male and at the age of 18 decided to become Jennifer. When Jennifer presented herself, with her long black hair, tiny skirt and stockings, all dolled up like a cute tiny teen, I took her in my arms and told her that I was supporting her. I felt her. ” I slowly stood up and unbuckled my shorts and let them drop to the ground. I looked back at Sarah and her tongue was sticking straight out as Diane bounced her ass off of it. Her eyes met mine and she smiled. I hooked the elastic of my boxers and slowly slid them down over my hardening cock, as it sprung free. “Oh wow…” Diane said, as her eyes widened at the sight of me. Sarah removed her tongue from Diane’s ass, but kept fingering her pussy. “I always knew you were blessed in that area.