Even men who wandered, I thought, must have that one woman they’d always see as better than all the rest, the one they’d never get tired of fuckin... and seeing, of being with. I wanted to be that for someone.But my daddy couldn’t be that man for me, despite me starting to feel a different kind of something when it came to him, something entirely forbidden. My mattress dipped and then, before I could react, daddy was on top of me, breathing heavily. He smelled of alcohol and of man, the real. It was her dad John. He had sneaked into my cabin and was in the process of touching my pussy again, only this time he was doing it under my thong. I tried so hard to keep my breathing under control and my fingers still. His fingers felt along my slit, stroking and entering a little way. The feeling was fantastic. I wanted to shout him to fuck me hard but I lay there quite still as his fingers slowly removed mine and then set about to work on my pussy. Fighting continually not to let him know. She couldn't believe how turned on she was. She was about to climb off of her when the thin bedroom door flew open. "Hey girls do you want some pizza... What in the world??"! Mr. Malloys eyes were huge in shock. Both girls jumped up and tried to cover as much of themselves as they could. "We agh we agh" Jenna stumbled. "Truth is dad we were just practicing" Liz confessed. "Exactly wth were you practicing!"..."Well we just wanted to know how it feels to you know kiss someone that's all dad" Liz. The only things free are my breasts…butthat isn't to last long. I moan softly against my gag, as I feel your fingerssqueeze my right nipple tightly…rolling it around, twisting it, pullingit hard, away from my body. As you expected, my nipple responds by becomingrock-hard for you. Then I feel a different sensation….a narrow stripof something brushes across the skin of my right breast…and then themuffled "zipping" sound of a zip-tie being pulled tight around my breast…squeezingtight, at the.