“Dip your finger into you’re pussy!” she whispered to Hanna.“Why!” Hanna asked.“Do it do as I say!!”Hanna dipped a finger up inside hers...lf then pulled it clear.“Smell it!” Emma demanded.Hanna did as she requested, pulling her nose up slightly then looked back to Emma.“What do you think?”“Awful!” Hanna laughed.“Now place it under his nose!” She requested.Hanna moved her hand in between them, and then pushed her finger under David’s nostrils. She was amazed by his abrupt ease of movement with. I’m relaxed but I tense a little as I know what’s coming, you spread my legs as wide as you can, and you stick your head between my legs I put my hand into your hair and move it around, you start to move your tongue in a motion I can’t quiet describe, but it feels better than anything ever before. At the same time you move your fingers around my clit, it feels amazing but at the same time it’s a pure form of torture, as I want your dick in my pussy and I want it now however, I voice no. That was all that it took to set my emotions into a tizzy. I cried myself to sleep eventually, but before that happened, I spent most of the night remembering making love with your father." To answer your question, yes Emma, I loved having sex with your dad. We made love nearly every night, sometimes all night. It was exciting, it was fulfilling, it was wonderful, and I have not enjoyed that since the day he died. Hearing your voice through that door was more than I could handle. I did finally. I wasjacking off, wearing her silkiest panties. The feel ofthe silk against my balls, and lace on my legs gave me anincredible hardon.“I thought you might like those,” she said. “I’m going totake a shower. I want you to go to my room and find thelingerie you like best. If you’re wearing it andmasturbating when I come back, I’ll let you keep it.”I rushed to her room. I knew where she kept her nighties,and I knew just the one I wanted. She had the.