.. They’re not bonding in the way I’ve done with the girls. Remember I said their portraits merged and the two roses blurred?”“The images in y...ur mind? Yes, I remember,” John said, wondering what was happening to the two girls.“They’ve merged with your portrait, appearing as girls now, just like the others ... But with them it’s different, they’re like ... together now,” she said, struggling to describe what she was seeing. “If I look at them, instead of each moving to be held by you like. !" her father said, slightly shocked."Well it is. I've got you all to myself."The waitress brought the two beers and set them down on the table. While she did so, Lisa stood up and took off her denim jacket, draping it round her chair. Philip glanced up at his daughter and was about to thank the waitress when he found he couldn't say anything at all, just stare.Lisa was wearing a simple white t-shirt cut low across the neck. Tucked tightly into her jeans, the cotton was so stretched that it. My tongue ventured out and ran up the length of her ass crack. It tasted good, and I was getting excited. The second time my tongue slid its way along the crack of Dinda’s ass, I took my time, savouring the unfamiliar taste and texture.Dinda’s butt crack was as clean and smooth as every other part of her beautiful young body. Contrary to what I had believed, her butt tasted great, even better than pussy. Much better in fact. This gave me the confidence to continue.Getting bolder, I moved my. Now, she swallowed her boss' cock down, pumping her mouth up and down quickly, spilling drool all over his cock as she went. She was thin and tan, having spent every spring break in a different southern beach town. Her small hands worked fast, stroking Bob's shaft with gusto. The fast pace was working on Bob, who could feel his balls churning as she spat on his cock, pumping her thin, pink lips back and forth, taking him further and further down with each push."Do you like this, Principal.