"Daddy no! please stop, don't do that it's wrong!" I found the courage to say as I tried to crawl away from daddy's tougue as it slithered and wiggled...into my asshole.He kept holding me down and licking me for several seconds before he stoped. Then he slid next to me in the bed and pulled my naked body into his arms and just held me."Shh it's ok baby, daddy loves you. You just lay right here. You are such a beautiful, intelligent woman that I thought you were ready for more. Most fathers don't. Speaking about nut, my hand unzipped his pants faster than I think I ever did, I wanted that nut, that gorgeous 10-inch tool of his in my hand. Others boasted about their size, and what they thought was a carrot was merely a sprout. Joe never bragged about it, although he was proud of how I sometimes nearly choked when my mouth surrounded it. I was in heaven each time Joe’s organ was embedded inside of me. Size did matter to me, and I always knew it, but not the size of anything below the. Probably just as well. The idea turns me on but I’ve always been crazy jealous of Helen. I would likely lose it. It’s just those fucking porn sites. I get horny as hell watching that stuff. I love the ones where the hubbie is sitting there stroking or filming his wife as she goes berserk on some stranger’s fat cock. I don’t understand why but it gets me rock hard and my mind plays the images over and over with Helen as the hotwife. See, I even know the lingo. I must be one sick perverted fuck.. " Stephanie was part Matty's mother, part her lover. It made both giggle with the pleasure they took from each other's company.When they got home, both were turned on, and Matty yelled out to Justin sitting at the pool "Steph and I are going upstairs to try on my clothes." Seeing their excitement, Justin thought to himself, "Sure". They ran up to Stephanie's rooms, holding hands. Matty pulled her shorts and tee shirt off, leaving her panties on. She tried the clothes with the shoes. "See, dear,.