Harder. Harder."Fuck my mouth daddy. Fuck it with your big cock. Fuck my face daddy. Fuck your baby girl's throat."He stood this time, holding her fac... in his hands, as she gripped his muscled ass. He let his cock rest on her lips, just using his hips to move it back and forth, over her cheeks, her eyes, her nose, her chin....with one hand he lifted the shaft and pumped it gently, letting his balls hover over her mouth. She opened wide, drawing them down, lapping at them as he stroked. ”“Jerry, please cut the shit. I’m tall, but I’m far from beautiful. Sherry just now whispered to me and told me to ask you for a body like hers. Do that for me, and you can have my cherry - and me - for the rest of your life.”“What about Wanda?”“She wants the same thing, but she has so much more to work with than I do. She looks damn good naked, but nothing like Sherry.”“You play naked with your step-sister?”“Yes. She and I have talked about somehow, getting you to play naked with us.”“How old. Then it probed her anus, and Nichole was not pleased. Her violent jerk and intense gasp told the machine this was not for her. It abruptly ceased, seemingly as to apologize. It moved on. Finally, she was pulled from the machine. She was exhausted but it was a wonderful exhaustion. Ben helped her from the machine and held her clothes for her. After she dressed, he brought in a sheaf of papers. “We have a complete print-out of your body. The areas of greatest and least sensitivity. And,” . . a... sur... prise!" she said in that annoying, slow, emphasized tone she always used when her daughter had to be told something twice. This time, howver, she punctuated it with a giggle. Finally, Eleni gave up and went to her room to do some reading. She had a paper due for psych on Wednesday."Eleni," her mom called out. "It's 4:00--you'd better dress for dinner."Dress for dinner? She must have a date."How formal exactly is this?" she asked, emerging from her bedroom."Oh, it's not formal not.