I oblige, and watch him curiously. Kneeling on the floor in front of me, he takes my knees and slowly spreads my legs apart, pushing them as far as th...y'll go. He shifts me so that my feet are on his shoulders and I'm lying back. Daddy pushes his head up against my pussy, and inhales deeply. He runs his finger lightly down the length of me and back up. Then he trades his finger for his tongue. I know I'm wet, I can feel it, and it slightly embarrasses me, because its my Daddy, for heaven's. "Oh, well sor-ry. Not all of us are uber-coherent Narrators."Coherent? Huh... I think that's the closest thing to a compliment that I've ever gotten from you."Oops, I misspoke. What I meant to say was: Go fuck yourself."That's better."So, what are we doing here?"More Master PC stuff, only with shorter segments, along with the ability to branch off in a different direction on the very probable chance of us getting bored and cutting our losses at a specific part in one of these stories in order. Well, it belonged to his mother.“Tommy.”She started right in.“What sweetheart?”“Now, no hanky panky up in your room, okay?”“Of course, but you’re going to play Toss and Tickle with me, aren’t you, baby-girl?”Toss and Tickle was a game they’d created where he would toss the girl onto his bed from about eight feet away, then run after her and tickle her. She’d laugh hysterically and they’d repeat the process over and over again.My only concern, that I kept to myself was that his bed was right in. Mein : tum saali ladhki yo ko aur koi kaam nahi , ki andar bra aur panty bhi tum logo koMatching pehen na hai ?Shruti : abh aap jaise mard jabh hamare kapade utar tah hai , toh aaplogo ke liye undarBhi thoda stylish hona hi padega na ji ….. Hahaha……Mein : aacha aacha apna muhh band karr saali .Shruti : ji ….. Maaf kijiye ga .Meine usska bra ko unhook kiya aur usske bade russdar doodh ko pehne laga . Aisa lagh raha tha ki rakshas ko amrit mill gaya ho . Mein usski boobs ko bite karr raha tha.