She must have worn minimize bra. Sarah’s dark curly hair was long and perfect for pulling; she had expressive chocolate which showed her fear at wha... was happening but also pleasure, pleasure she didn’t even know she felt yet. Sarah father groaned as she grabbed his slut daughter by her slim waist?no longer his daughter just another slut like the many he had used over the years.Sarah felt her father’s cock at the entrance of her wet cunt. She only hoped that he would be gentle with her; but it. Maybe spoiled would have been a better adjective than pampered, but Baby was a nice kitty and above spoiling. She just accepted her due like any other royalty... The addition of more teens and preteens to the family had increased the morning breakfast puns exponentially.Hannah, “Why do chicken coops only have two doors?”Victor, “Because if they had four doors, they would be a chicken sedan.”Various shades of laughter from the younger set, groans from the elders present.“Merooow,” Baby announced. She pushes back hard, all the way and rests on my cock, rubbing her pussy. My good girl cums so hard as she cries out loud followed by “oh Fuck, oh my God. …. “ My pulsating cock pumps cum, my whole load into her. I slowly withdraw, she remains long enough so I have a chance to see the “cream pie” left behind. I look over at MILF. She sucks off her cock and puts it down. She ducks down out of sight.My good girl turns. Her eyes beaming. She embraces me. Hugs me. Her big tits tight on my. I took her hand in mine and stroked her palm with my middle finger.“Yes. It’s nice down here,” I said, trying to work up a script in a hurry. “Herm’s great, isn’t it?”“It is,” she said.“You look great tonight,” I said, smooth-talking dork that I am. She did, though. A pale blue sort of tee shirt with sequins and loose khaki shorts. Tanned legs and leather sandals. She was a beach girl. We sat in awkward silence and I put a hand on her knee, then looked at her face.“Oh God, are you going to kiss.