"I don't believe you," her father said nastily. "Else why's your bra not straight," he asked, as he peered closely at her tight button-down.Marcy held...her breath as John stood up. She hugged her body fearfully as he slowly trudged toward her, a leer upon his lips."You think you're so mature, don't ya?" he said. "Ya wanna be grown-up, don't ya?" he challenged.Then he was swaying in front of his daughter, looking down into her frightened eyes. She wanted to speak but she was too afraid. In the. He had learned that early in his long, long life. He stopped in front of one book, it had a different look to it, and there was no writing on the binding. If anything could be said to be magical in this world, it would surely be books, and this particular book radiated the quiet power of age. Were he to reach out and open it, were he to pull it from the shelves he would find the finest hemp paper, the best paper that money could buy. The words were not standard type, but rather copies of diary. He pressed his big tongue into mouth, relentless he continued his assault on me. His hand roamed my body, I flushed with excitement as his embrace engulfed me in emotions and passion. We broke apart for a moment.“Oh please, sir, this is wrong,” I blurted turning I looked at my husband. “Dear?” it was a question.“It’s okay,” he said. “If you want to, I’m fine with it. If you don’t then...”Before he finished, I turned back to the man, wrapped my arms around him and pulled him to me. All I had. I could tell he was slowly working his prick further and further into my mouth, wanting me to deep throat him. Much to his delight he found I really don't have a gag reflex as he pressed his cock all the way in. I worked my tongue all over his prick which was spewing out pre cum like there was no tomorrow. My father then slid his hand up under my sweater pulling my bra off of the tit he was playing with. He told my other uncle to do the same. Now they were both fondling my tits, pulling and.