“All right, I was kissing her and thinking about when we could go off somewhere together without needing anybody else; then the realization that we ...eeded to be licensed drivers; then I remembered that back when I was looking up how young we could get married, I came across Ohio’s Graduated Driving Program that said you can get a temporary permit at 15½; so I calculated that Claire and I turned 15½ in Mid-January, so there.”“Never mind the spa right now—Change for dancing,” I said. “We’re going. My dad never liked me shaving my pussy hair. Not even at the bikini line. He used to say that a woman is sexy with all the hair there preserved. I only shaved the pubic hair at the time of delivery and then a couple of times when my ex and I went on holidays – but then along the bikini line only, on his insistence.Just below where he was playing with his fingers – my pubic hair – dad’s manhood was entering deep into his daughter’s body. He kept touching his dick where it entered my cunt by. " Gina said calmly. "Am I clear?" Mom looked up at me again and then nodded her head ."SPEAK UP YOU DUMB BITCH" Gina kicked my mother's soft ass again sending big ripples of fat from her lower hips to her thick thighs and flesh filled belly."Yes Gina" mom replied " I will fuck every single client you bring me Gina" She wasn't sobbing anymore. She knew Gina controlled her life and for some reason she seemed to be content with that .That evening Gina had to step out to buy some new lingerie but. ’ She shifted her grip to my swelling balls and squeezed and grinned. “Laws don’t apply.” “You sure?” “I asked our lawyer.” “OK, but not here. Too much sand.” She laughed and stood. I trotted back to the house with her, getting more and more eager and rigid, and we went into the outdoor shower stall and stripped, not really looking at each other, hurrying, eager.She squealed, both hands to her mouth, eyes huge, then pointing at me.“What’s wrong?” I asked, freeing my cock which had been trapped.