” I said, then gave him an ornery grin. “But do you want to see what’s under this skirt or don’t you?” Kyle’s eyes flew wide at my words,...and after that I didn’t have any more trouble hauling him away. In the kitchen I could clearly hear my mother giggling out of control. “Oh my God, I can’t believe you embarrassed me like that.” Kyle complained as soon as we got to my room. I giggled over his concern and I’m pretty sure it sounded a lot like my mother’s had a moment ago. “Relax, I told. She admired his strong back, wide shoulders and thick muscled powerful legs that he had used so effectively last night pushing his big hard black cock into her until she screamed in pleasure. She was amazed at herself being able to accept his length which had to be 11 inches she surmised. She lovingly thought about his teachings in the early days and nights on how to pleasure his cock with her warm wet white mouth.He had been patient and she had learned very quickly how to do as he asked and. ’ With that he took Jasmine by the arm and they left. Looking at Lucas I smiled. ‘We better go. I don’t want to be late for the movie.’ My mom sent me off with a kiss to my perfectly made up cheek, and there was no reminder to be in by a certain time. Lucas seemed to be in a haze but he was every bit the gentleman as he took my arm and led me out to his dad’s prized Buick. He kept acting as if he wanted to say something the whole time we drove to the restaurant but could never get the words. ..tingly.”“Where?”“Down there. Between my legs.”“Your pussy?”“Daddy!” she gasped in virginal embarrassment. I stroked faster, the fantasy so hot imagining my daughter squirming on my dick like that, grinding her pussy against my dick separated by our clothing. Not actually touching, just dry humping. She squirmed more, her voice growing breathy.“Don't be embarrassed. What's your pussy feeling like?”“It's so...tingly. And wet. My cunny's growing so itchy. I can't stop moving and grinding on....