Probably several sets of good hands. I hadn't taken pizza to the Cop Out in a while, so I got dressed slowly, then drove the ugly pick up to the Pizza...and Pasta Pit.At 7:30 and change I placed an order for three large pizzas, one plain, one hamburger/onion and one garbage can model, all to go. Since I had to sit and wait, I checked my mail. There were lots of BS emails but nothing from anyone I cared about. Of course all the really juicy emails went to the farm. Anderson and the junior. Angela made no objections. Instead, she began to wickedly wonder what it would feel like if a man were to ram his cock up her ass. “Would Dad do it to me?” she silently asked. Somewhere in a dark recess of her mind, she quietly answered herself with a wishful-thinking thought, “I wish he would!”Sometime in the middle of the night, Angela awakened to the sound of running water. Her father was not in bed. Without buttoning it, she slipped on her makeshift man’s shirt nightgown and climbed out of. . and stubborn to pay that much attention. I grabbeda bunch of those up in my arms, as well as most of thefood. Then, I turned my attention to the newspapers. Therewas quite a large stack of them as well. I looked at thepaper on top, my eyes going wide as I saw the date on it.Assuming that it was that day's paper, I had been out of itfor almost a week and a half. "Oh shit," I gasped as I dropped the paper back ontothe stack. However, as I stuffed an entire Twinkie into mymouth, I thought of. She started to move her nails slowly on the lower skin of my meatballs. As she kept squeezing my meatballs gently it gave me an unbearable sensation. It was just an irresistible feeling.She kept staring at my big dick with wide eyes I could see her taking a deep breath, she was looking at it with thirsty eyes. Maami looked at my face squeezing my balls gently she asked me in a sexy tone “Vinay, are you feeling good.” I did not understand what she was doing to me.But I was liking her touch on my.