“Make me cum. Please make me cum.”I kept working her clit. I finger-fucked her. She moaned loudly. She bit her lip. And then Cara came for me ...or the first time. She threw an arm around my neck and hugged me tightly. She pressed her full lips to mine and slid her tongue in my mouth.“Nobody has ever done that for me,” she said. “I’ve only gotten myself off.”“But you’re not a virgin?” I asked.She shook her head again. “Only one guy though. Only a few times.”“Who was it?” I asked.“What’s. She had a number of boyfriends, and I had my share of girlfriends. But she was probably my best friend. I had no surer confidant. We could talk to one another about anything. She had a biting sarcastic wit that appealed to me, and she told me she enjoyed my deadpan take on life. If we didn't have dates, it wasn't unusual for us to be up all night on a Friday, drinking beers and talking. I even introduced her to my beloved St. Louis Cardinals. By the fall of junior year, she was as an. Wow, this was pleasure intensified. Beth steadied him with gentle tightness. Just for daddy; a special tight gentle grip. Then daddy was holding his cum and his sweet pea went feral; she banged her arse-hole down on daddy’s cock, squeezed her arse rim as she lifted and wrenched her body and his cock upwards. Then sweetest life as she repeated this action, over and over. Anal cheery delight. Anal exploration as only a daughter can give a dad. A wicked Christmas present.Lewis was plugging his. I wanted to reach up to her but decided to play innocent and stay quiet waiting for her to make the next move. She told myself and Catherine to get to bed and get out of her sight finishing of her drink. I sprung up clutching my shorts to my body and sprinted to my room throwing myself onto my bed and under the sheets. A minute or so later I heard the bathroom door close as Catherine used the toilet before jumping onto the bed beside me. ‘what the hell happened back there’ she asked. ‘I’ve.