The date stamp on it... hell, there wasn't a date stamp on it. The trademark date for the logo said 1947. I didn't care. Two hours later, I returned h...me, ready to celebrate my birthday. The only thing that bugged me was, mother didn't seem to notice the difference between one of my modern oven wonders and this trite effigy to a woman's place in the home. She had two helpings. I carved a narrow slice but couldn't swallow more than a few bites of it's sawdust like consistency. I begged baker's. .. right there in the bed next to him and Denise. But the evidence was plain. Not only had he fucked her, he had done it bareback! He had cum in his own daughter's sweet, unprotected pussy!By the time Dick left the bathroom, he was hard as a rock again. Just thinking about Dave's prick, sliding in and out of Cindy's young pussy, spurting her full of Daddy cum, had his balls boiling. He looked at them again. They were still asleep.His eyes went to his bed, and the girl lying on it. She was on. ” “Will you come to lunch tomorrow afternoon? You can park in my driveway, it’s behind my house. Come on up to the back door and ring the bell. I’ll expect you about Noon.”“I’ll be there Sarah.” We talked for another two hours and then said our goodbyes, both eagerly waiting for tomorrow afternoon. I slept well warmed by the dreams of the lovely large breasted vision that had stopped my heart on first sight. I romanced her perfect tiny willing body and surrounded myself in her endless breasts. Courtney was fondling Jessica's breasts through her shirt as Jessica closed her eyes and started kissing Courtney's chest and neck. Our friends already know that they occasionally do this on the dance floor, but it was getting so passionate that they were attracting a lot of attention. At this point, what I really needed was a was a way to teleport us directly back to the hotel room. For things to escalate here was doing me no good. I grabbed our coats and started breaking up the show so we.