She made noises of approval as she ate. She ate everything with her fingers, including the baked potato, and each green bean, which was slipped betwee... her lips as she stared at me. She didn’t eat like a pig. It wasn’t like that at all. It was more like she ate with abandon, that the tasting and enjoyment of the food was paramount, and that nothing else mattered.As for me, I was so engrossed with watching her, that I ate on auto pilot. What that means is that I ate gracefully, with my fork, and. Third hand I lost and I said that's the game, gentlemen, and he protested "why"?!? I unzipped my jeans and pulled them down and off and said "cuz I've nothing else to lose." You reached over and cupped one tit w/your hand and pinched my nipple and said "but maybe we could compromise." Winner of next hand -- if it was one of you two -- could fondle my tits for 1 min. while other kept "time". And we'd progress as follows:- then fondle tits and kiss me -- 2 min.- fondle tits, kiss me, insert. I don't know what I'm going to major in yet, so I'm just taking the essentials for now.Anyway, getting back to my problem. After doing a quick check of the hall closet and finding it empty of toilet paper as well—way to go mom—it looked like the only option I had left was to snoop around in my sister's private bathroom for a roll. Tracy would have a fit if she ever caught me in there. Anyway, after searching around for a bit, I finally found a roll in the cabinet underneath the sink. I was. She’s your daughter! She’s 18 and your 42 you pervert! He’s your father! He’s my step dad mom! We’re not related so shut the fuck up!Mmmmm yes daddy Sophia moans. My hands pushed her tights over her ass. Our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. Mmmm daddy I want it! She moaned. I pushed her back, she lifted her legs over my head and I pulled her pants off. Her tiny bald pussy glistening. I placed her feet in the cushions and lifted her pussy to my mouth. Her hands holding my head as I ate her.