’ ‘How about you Anne, do you feel up to a little food?’ Don asked. Anne couldn’t help herself. ‘How do I know it wasn’t a little of your ...ood that put us here.’ Don looked at her for a second and then she saw the shy smile come out again. ‘Not funny, now do you want something or not?’ ‘I do Daddy.’ Grace said jumping into the conversation. ‘Me too Daddy,’ Anne added, with a little grin. ‘Okay, you two relax a bit and I’ll be right back.’ Don said as he left. While he was gone, Anne hugged. My daughter was in taking her shower and I needed to go into the bathroom so I walked in and we began to talk about how nice it would be to move to a house where someone could actually have privacy to take a shower or bath without interruptions. We were laughing about it as she turned off the water and opened the curtain. As I watched her reaching for the towel to dry off I noticed how much she had grown up. At 18 she was already big built, with breasts already hitting around a 38D, her arms. I could feel him thrusting against my bare ass, his hands held mine down. His hand was big enough to gather both of mine up and hold them behind my back as he fumbled with his zipper. I guess I was struggling a lot because he mashed my face into the dirt. I could taste the damp earth and something tangy. Now that I think of it, it was probably my blood. Maybe a stick cut me or I bit my lip. I was so focused on the stinging pain on my cheek-that I was shocked to feel my legs being spread apart.. Soon, I was lifting the basket’s lid and peering down at a wondrous sight: Beth’s bra and pink-edged, grey panties were crunched up and sitting on top of the other washing. Gingerly, I took hold of the waistband of her knickers and raised them up to my face, stretching the gusset open to examine the slick juices that drenched it. With her sweet scent pervading my nostrils, I buried my face into the still-warm material and let my tongue glide over her moist sexual deposit. It tasted lovely. And.
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