I didn’t want anyone to see me crying, because that would be admitting that they had power over me, and I was not the kind of person who liked someo...e having power over me. So there I was, sitting on the sex couch, crying into my hands. Really letting it out. So much emotion poured out of me, I was almost shaking with it. When the door opened. I jumped out of my skin and started wiping my face, sniffling and running my hand under my nose. When I blinked the tears out of my eyes, I saw who it. I pushed my cock deep in her and held it there, watching her milky tits jiggle as she continued shuddering. I was enjoying the sight of this gorgeous young girl getting off on my cock.“Oooohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ungggggg fuck!” The young girl wailed, shaking.I watched my beautiful daughter quivering, my fat cock still buried in her fluttering pussy, until her orgasm began to subside.“Fuck me Daddy. Please fuck me hard!” Carol pleaded, both hands gripping my forearms.Her eyes were wild with. As ever, gagging against a hard dick runs through my body and makes my cunt clench, forcing an audible jet of ejaculate from my now flowing pussy. You have the full view of both the voyeur and the viewed, and I can tell from the look on your face that you're enjoying it - both the deep, tight sensation of my mouth on every inch and vein of your rigid cock, and the confident gaze of our new friend, enjoying me from a distance.Whatever you're seeing must have encouraged you. You whisper to me to. “Firers watch your lanes,” we head from the tower booth, and soon targets began popping up near us. Since the targets were made of thick steel plates, we weren’t worried about our shotguns damaging them. We fired on targets as necessary as they appeared in our lanes and began moving down the hundred meter long course.We wound up running the course twice but changed lanes the second time. We were sweating by the time we finished. The range personnel were talking to the Administrator, as we.