She leaned in again, extra close, her hand on my chest, and said “If I had had these all those years ago, would you have made a move on me? You see,...your ex-wife had a killer body, and I always felt intimidated by her tits. 36D I am guessing?” I nodded and allowed my hand to drift slowly down her back to her tight little bum, and let it rest there. Not a flinch. “I am not sure about making a move on you back then, but I am sure thinking about it now” I whispered into her ear, letting my lips. I put my hands on her shoulders and pulled her down as I pushed up into her. She moaned softly. All nine inches of my hot meat was locked in tight in my baby girl's sweet pussy. Fantasy time. "Do you still like my dick, baby? Daddy loves your tight pussy. Do you remember when I popped that cherry? Now that was some good pussy, too. I though you wouldn't release my dick when I got in all the way. Fuck me like you did then, sweetheart." I stepped further into the fantasy. She picked up her tempo. You had moved out and got a job and lived on your own. It feels like failing to have to return home, even if it was because of something out of your control. Still there are a couple of hours before your Mom arrives with the moving truck, so you decide that for now...Well, there's a McDonalds not too far down the road. Might as well get something to eat. You step out of the apartment, quickly locking up and heading down the stairs before jogging down the sidewalk. You don't feel like driving. The masked ‘Avenger’ in full facial mask and Bridget settled in a long winter’s spank.Avenger raised his hand high above her visibly trembling orange panty-clad bottom and began spanking Bridget with spanks that peppered both cheeks of her bottom covering and building the heat down into the skin of her baby-fat butt flesh as she squirmed under her threatened thinly clad posterior.Bridget’s butt moved but not a sound was heard in the train car. He spanked and he whacked her reddening robust.