She leaned squatted down, then dropped to her hands, and knees making her night shirt ride up showing her night undies to him. With no hesitation he b...ought this flexible branch down on her rear, she squealed, not in pain but in delight for some odd reason, she gasped trying to catch her breath. She couldn't understand why her pussy had started getting wet from this, but he brought the swatch down on her rear again leaving another welt before he bent over her and took hold of the waist band of. But the time had come to settle down, and he just might have found the right girl to do it with.So it was a helluva time to start an affair with his own daughter.Meanwhile back at the trailer Chrissy rushed through the day's housework, then took a long steamy shower so she'd be absolutely fresh and inviting for Daddy when he got home. She made plans to fix his favorite dinner, humming to herself as she worked. Her pussy was already swelling and creaming in anticipation of more delicious. Her hand slid up and down my shaft as it solidified. She turned toward me and her green eyes shone brightly. “That was a nice little nap,” she said. “Do you always nap grasping a cock?” I chuckled. “Not always,” she grinned, “But it could become a delightful habit.” “You’re having an effect on me,” I warned her. “I can tell,” she replied. “Is that a bad thing?” “Not if you’re okay with being a bad girl again.” Her smile was broad and slightly wicked. “I’m always ready to be naughty.” “You like. Botched Job felt the intense pleasure of being filled completely. Not only his butt but the whole of his lower torso held Grox’ dick in a tight grip. He supported his arms onto Grox’ chest, that way he could raise the rhythm more easy. Seeing Grox had to hold in not to cum, he let the dick slid out and stood up. They had tried doggy style before, but the difference in size and weight made it a hard task. So they had come up with their own position. Botched Job sat before Grox on his knees, his.