But after I'd got past the "Hello stranger!" bit; I kinda settled into the swing of things, unless some unthinking bugger mentioned Tracy. Usually tho...gh, someone else would rapidly come up with another topic of conversation, so the ubiquitous pregnant pause wouldn't last for more than a few seconds anyway.It wasn't like I missed Tracy's presence during the party itself -- unless as I said some bugger mentioned her name -- because when she was with me, she would usually have been off with her. I was also the babysitter for the evening.I had almost forgotten what I was going to tell her. Then thankfully she asked me what I had been in such a hurry to tell her. So I told her that her daughter CeeCee and I had been playing and that I had given her a horseback ride when she told me that I wasn’t doing it right. Then she had me stick my hands behind my back and stick my thumb up her pussy. She made me give her a ride like that for about a half an hour before she would go to bed. I told. I went to my room along with friend and slept.Next day morning I got up late as was very tired after that heavy cumming. I went out to see my friend had already made breakfast and her dad was there. He smiled me so I too gave me smile but very lightly. Friend “you woke so late Sheela, come on hurry up am getting late for office, you too get ready. Dad will be going out for some work” I just nodded head and went back in room. After brushing and taking bath I came out in towel just to see her dad. And of course it was their duty to assist their daughters, every platformed whore-spike or Louboutin crafted step of the way. In many ways, their daughters represented their most adorable projects. The aim was to give them every single decadence imaginable, to give their sweet babies every delight, turning them into unique, exaggerated and dazzling specimens of pleasure, desire and sin. Every man on the planet was to want them, even the fiercest most beautiful fags to be intrigued by them. Any.