“I have just come all over my hand” she panted. “Mmmm that was so nice, pity it wasn’t you diddling me.”I was in way over my head at that po...nt. I had a raging hardon that was threatening to explode in my pants at any moment. Margret had just brought herself off in my ear and judging by the breathing she wanted more. I asked her to give me the address of the house she would be at, said a quick good-bye and put the phone down. I was in a mess. I couldn’t remember when I was last this horny and I. Part of him questioned if he should have taken it slower. But as he pumped in and out of her incredibly tight cunt the thought went away; lost.He couldn't stop his moans of pleasure finally claiming what had been his all along: his little girl. His twisted daughter. His fucking slut of a babygirl. "You wanted this."He groaned pulling out and forcing his cock inside her again. He could feel her body trembling beneath him, her crying continuing.She was crying and mumbling but the words weren't. Her cheeks were rosy from the scrubbing they had received. She noticed him staring at her and looked down towards the floor. He quickly picked her up in his arms again and returned her back to the couch. ‘We need to talk, but first I am going to make us something to eat,’ he told her gently. ‘Then afterwards you can take a shower.’ Colin left her there, in her own thoughts, and went into the kitchen and started opening cupboards. Cass tried to close her eyes to rest, as the excursion to the. Monique had made an effort, wearing a new-looking white dress with royal blue trim, which was light and loose and easy to remove, which I did immediately, pulling it up over her head. She stood shyly, her small, naked white breasts making her look like a schoolgirl. Her hair was in a bun again and when I unleashed it, it cascaded over her shoulders, arranging itself down her back and chest.Monique just stood and looked at me as I undressed. I had no idea what was going through her mind but a.