She was his little bitch, he her Daddy. Now, at seven-teen, she knelt on their bedroom floor. Her belly round and extended for the third time. Their l...ttle ones --Samuel, three; and Jessie, two-- sharing a crib at the foot end of their bed, watching as their momma choked on Daddy's long, hard cock. "Yes, fuck yes, my good little Bitch, Abby. So good. Look at me, let me see your eyes, oh Fuck yes..." Stanley moaned, head falling back as his hand curled in her hair, shoving her down further on. He placed kisses on her neck and they began to make out. Paul’s hands felt up her soft body. Their tongues dances together and intertwined. Melissa could feel the lust growing in her. “Your so sexy” He said. His hands rubbed on her smooth stocking covered legs. She reached out and felt Paul’s hard member. It was like a rock. The outfit must be working she thought. She felt Khan lick her legs as Paul continued to play with her body. His hand worked its way to her satin covered love tunnel. He. She had thick, shoulder length raven hair which she always wore in one of two ways: pulled back into a severe bun or bound tightly in a single thick pony tail. Her brown eyes were exceptionally large and liquid, tilting ever-so-slightly downwards toward her pertly upturned nose. Her lips were full and sensuous and her breasts, while just barely a c-cup, appeared huge on her diminutive frame. Her most outstanding physical feature was her round, firm ass, a perfect bubble above legs kept shapely. I choked. "Scarred for life?" Nice boobs, Betts," I said as I handed her a plate with two slices of bread. "But wait till you see the pair we're picking up on the way to the Fair!"I knew that Rose would want some bread as soon as she smelled it in the car, so I buttered and wrapped a couple slices for her. We sat in the back seat and I fed them to her. Rose had not disappointed me. It was a hot August day and she was wearing short-shorts and a halter top. There was a lot of pasture for my eyes.