Still, I was ready for either entry. My rectum was totally empty. I'd had my one tiny BM for the day a few hours earlier. I'd used the KY for the firs... time. I knew my pussy wouldn't need it, but I didn't want Mark to feel he needed to stick his tongue in my anus to get me ready. If he didn't notice it was lubed I'd tell him. But this delightfully sexy position gave him such a good view of my love holes I was pretty sure he could see quite well that my back door was ready for him. I hadn't. “You know, Daddy… Every time I try to tease you, you always make me stop. Tonight, THAT stops! I’m going to lick you and stroke you and make you eat me the way I want. And YOU won’t be able to end your pleasurable torment until I let you cum.”I noticed that Daddy’s penis suddenly got harder than I’ve ever seen it before. The tip was a deep shade of red as the blood rushed to it and the veins in his shaft were starting to show from the strain.I grabbed two pairs of ankle cuffs and secured each. It was electrifying. The warmth of her body made me instantly feel high. I hugged her to comfort her. But neither of us wanted to let go of each other, so we kept hugging each other.I could feel her bra straps, the smell of her hair and her trembling body as we gripped each other closer. We started tightening the hug, which meant I had to lean forward to feel her full body. Her boobs were pressing against my body, and I loved that feeling.By then, the food had arrived, so we had to break from. Are you crazy, Hostie? I don't want to know nothing from that shit!I do not understand anything anymore.I tell you before, it's simple! You ask me what country I come from, I answered Quebec because Quebec is my country, but I don't really want it to be my country, it would be too much trouble. I just want to say it. So, why don't you just let me say it?I'm all mixed up. You have passport from what country: Quebec or Canada?CANADA, Hostie!So why didn't you tell me Canada right away?Because it.