His skin was like nothing she had ever felt before: soft, silky, marvelously textured. She could feel the warmth of the blood pumping beneath the surf...ce, feel its solidness even as its skin gave way beneath her fingers, feel the marvelous life inside. Babies come out of this. It brings life. Or, if you believe all the women who are gagging for it, it is life. Jane didn't agree with that assessment; but she was willing to allow that this was a pretty interesting organ."Oh," said Russell, "oh. I thought: This is good. He is getting hot for my little slut, and I love it.Daisy was just sitting there getting hotter and hotter from our hands rubbing up and down her thighs. I finally said, "Go on Greg, see how wet she is."He began playing with her pussy and it made my cock so hard, I wanted to throw her on the table then and there and fuck her, not caring who might see us.Then Greg grabbed my wife's hand and put it on his cock. He was nice and hard, "This is because of you, Daisy, and. He looked from her sleeping form to the bowl in his hands, he hadn't cum that much in a long time, so thick and creamy. He looked back to her, where was the worst redness of sunburn, or rather where did he want it to be? Her small breasts rose and fell as she slept and he raised the bowl, dribbling a little of its contents over each nipple. Placing the bowl to one side he began massaging the cum into her budding breasts, feeling her nipples stiffen and hearing her quiet moans as he let his. ’ Holly decided there could be only one other person who would be in charge of Sally’s sleepovers, ‘Is Sally’s daddy home?’ Upstairs Sally was listening with interest and amusement. She zipped her sports bag closed. The discussion of a sleepover had her excited and she pushed a hand into her shorts to rub her genitalia. ‘Hello, Kyle,’ she heard her father say. ‘Are you Sally’s daddy?’ Holly interrupted. ‘Yes, I am. And who might you be?’ Kyle stepped in with introductions, ‘This is my daughter.