Finally, she got out of the closet, her hair in a jumbled mess. She looked at daddy staring at her."What daddy?" I think you need a shower." No daddy,...I got one this morning! I don't wanna take another one right now." She smiled her best smile at him, knowing he would relent."Ok, but we have to do something about that hair of yours! Get me your brush and lets see if daddy can't tame it."Knowing no modesty, she had begun to peel off her play clothes in front of daddy. Daddy didn't mind at all.. Then, to my amazement, Sharon turned her attention to my wife’s spread pussy, her hand slapping the wet flesh briskly. After each smack, Sharon’s hand lingered, fingers tickling the pink pussy lips and sometimes delving inside. I could see that my wife was now quite aroused, eyes closed, moaning softly, head moving from side to side. Sharon picked up the ruler and said, “We’ll just finish up with my little helper here!” The ruler came down on Sonia’s exposed buttocks with a sharp crack, and. "Barefoot will be OK," he shouted back.When she came out in the baggy shirt, about a hundred sizes too big for her, hanging down past her knees, she laughed and spread her arms wide and said, "Tah-Dah!"Smiling, he waved her over and said, "Here. Let me fix that so it won't fall all over you." Tying a knot at her right hip, the neck hole stretched down, showing most of her bra.As much as he loved the sight of her gentle teen cleavage, Dave knew adjustments were needed. Looking at her, he said,. I groaned at the invading shaft filling my bowels. My velvety sheath gripped her dick as she hammered away at me, driving my cock deep into Becca Brittany’s cunt. I groaned, more pleasure shuddering through me.As good as it felt—and a huge part of me really, really wanted to keep letting Keily fuck my ass—I couldn’t take the chance she’d cum before I did. She was young. She could pop off like a firecracker, hosing my bowels with her cum and defeating me.I made my bowels supper slick.“Holy.