It was like she was offering another hole to him. He stood up on the couch and unzipped his jeans. Mandy tried to pull back when she saw her father’... cock coming toward her lips. He grabbed her by her shiny pink hair and pulled her toward him.He slid into her salvia dripping mouth with ease. The tip came to the back of her throat in no time at all. She struggled to keep her cheeks as puffed as possible so they would not touch it but after some time she had to close her mouth; as much as it. She let her hands move down, finally. Perhaps the thing inside her should have been her first concern, but she feared discovering its purpose. Lizbeth bent her knees out and pressed her hand to her sex. The object was like a dome, smooth and cold, cupped against her sex and affixed in place by no obvious means. A small protrusion inside it fit snuggly into her vaginal opening, parting her lips and letting the cool surface touch the inner wall of her labia. A slight nub at the top nudged under. Despite all this magical power within you that you have not yet learned to control it, your appearance does not denote much of that power. In fact, even at the age of 18, you still looks like a boy at puberty, about 5,3 foot tall, almost no body hair, and worse, apparently a small penis. You never had much time to worry about it, because you were studying, so you didn't measure it and you don't know its exact size, but you still know that something is wrong with that size and you are starting. "About eight months, I am a student at college here, so I work a few nights a week. Dublin is an expensive city."I agreed and asked where he was from."Nepal" he replied. "Kathmandu."Nepal, I thought. I chatted with him about life in Nepal. He spoke of how foreigners often thought the country was completely medieval with no rods cars or cell phones."National Geographic has a lot to answer for", I said. He laughed,"Yes they stereotype us."He asked if I knew much about Nepal.I said that I had seen.