I just stuff my dick up her tinny girl but and grab an empty piece of paper and start writing down a plan on what to do with my dad. Now I don’t hat... my father but he could get in the way so he needs to go and something sadistically in my head tells me I should make him suffer first, for no specific reason but fun. I write several pages full while I casually move my dick inside of Sandra’s small ass. After I’m done writing I figure I’ll just have to wait for my father to get home. So I get up. He let his hands roam across her torso, sliding gently across her breasts, teasing her with featherlight touches. He kissed her neck, under her ear, the corners of her eyes, eventually returning to her mouth. She took one of his hands in her own and deposited it deliberately on her right breast. Taking the hint, he let it remain there. For a moment he simply cupped her breast, feeling her nipple begin to respond, then he pressed on it gently, kneading it with his palm. He let her nipple rest in. “Sparrow, come in here!” I shouted with good humor.Sparrow’s flushed face popped into view, but his body remained hidden behind the wooden wall. His eyes darted around the room, taking in the excited scene. He looked anxious and unbelieving when his gaze swept upon me.His father waved him in, and then called out, “Don’t keep your master waiting.”The pre-teen plodded into the tower with his staff, dragging each foot forward with difficulty, as if he were facing the wrath of an. I was embarrassed that my much-anticipated presence on the scene hadn't turned out to be the difference-maker. Selfishly, I found myself imagining, and regretting, that I would likely not be invited to participate, however passively, in any future Ettinger Orgies.Laura was cheerful and energetic after her lengthy and strenuous manhandling, and she renewed her earlier offer for me to stay the night with them and to join them in critiquing their latest cinematic effort, come Sunday morning.I had.