He pulled out his daughter’s phone and right before he opened it up he looked at her picture on his desk. Sara was the perfect daughter getting stra...ght A’s all through school, never getting into trouble and being captain and star athlete. She had a body of an athlete at 5’6” and under a hundred pounds. Paul never really checked his daughter out but knew that unlike her curvy mom, Sara had small breast and a very tone tight ass because all she wore around the house was yoga pants and tight. .. !Virgin couldn't think! She heard herself mumbling foolishly beneath his pounding hips. Oh, God... Oh, God... think... think... !Had to think! Ooohhhh!. Too late... too late... poor baby... oooohhhh! She waived her ass salaciously back against his unrelenting thrusts! Oh... cum you bastard... cum! Squirt your load of hot cum... filthy jism... hot... Hot... hot... right into my bowels! Split my crotch! Drench me in your sperm, you bastard! Then... I'll kill you... !"Oh shit! Now... now!" Earl. His life couldn't be this great; it never had been before.He walked up the steps, letting his feet stomp just a little harder than normal on each one; he smiled as the concrete steps didn't budge. If he'd tried that on the old, wooden steps he'd likely be standing on the ground right now, pieces of rotten boards around his legs. He reached the door and pressed the button for the doorbell. Nothing. He chuckled to himself. Something else for him to fix. Maybe he'd stop by the following day. For. The belles had stopped kissing, but one had sat on her wheeled luggage, and the taller of the two was now stroking her friend’s hair nonchalantly, seemingly unaware that her hand reached towards the upper reaches of thinly silkened breasts and occasionally towards unabashed nipples. Her crack was now being traced gently with bolder fingers. A tremor ran through her torso, from her clit, navel and nipples through to the underside of her lips and the back of her throat. As if on cue, he shifted.