Her Daddy nodded, took her hand and led her to the couch. “I’ve been hearing some disturbing reports about you Miss Johnson. I think that you may ...equire some discipline.”“I’m sorry sir. I’ll try to be good” she said playing along with the tableau she had started.Tyrone sat besides the little slut and started running his hands up and down her thighs. Her skin was so soft! He loved the contrast of his rough Black hands on her soft white skin. This was incredible. He owned this little white slut.. At one point my mother adjusted her sitting position and as she did I got a clear view of her pussy lips nestled in her patch of hair and moving gently as my father fingered her clit. I felt a powerful surge of desire rush through my whole body. I couldn't decide which I wanted to fuck -- Sierra or my own mother! I was still a virgin and I hoped that that would soon change. I had an almost paralyzing strong urge to fuck both of them. I got on the bed and sat close to my mother and watched. No exaggeration, it was a flood, the hard spurts of liquid making her eyes widen as his cock pulsed in pleasure with the ejaculation, his cock seeming to vibrate while tucked deep inside of her twat and leaking out its remaining drops of seed. As he softened Jorge pulled back and out, rolling to the side, and a minute later Edy was able to feel the thick goo his balls had shot into her flowing back out and puddling at her ass, wetting the bedding with all the excess her pussy couldn’t fully. I once went into a 'Miss Selfridge', by Eldon Square, and was seduced into trying a long skirt, I fell in love with, and a pair of thigh boots, which were the rage back then, the only difference was the server was a young woman, with strong lesbian tendencies.Her hands were as seductive as her looks, she really was a beautiful looking woman and I was flattered, she drew me into her, and I let her adjust my fitting-out, as she patted my bum and smoothed my tummy down to my pubic bone.She asked.