Dad was tall and looked young for a forty-year old man. He had thick black hair and delicious olive skin.He pulled me closed to him as we walked, an a...m wrapped around me and his hand cupping my breasts.He bent down and bit the edge of my ear, softly tracing his tongue along it, "You wanna be fucked Lila?"I could have melted then, "Yes, daddy." Then go find a way to show that man your nasty cunt, got it?"His hand released me and I saw the man he was talking about, he had a slight gut and pitch. " Well, it's not proper for young ladies to use that kind of language." Are you going to answer me or not, Daddy?" India pouted."Well, I guess I have to. Yes, India, my cock is hard." Can I feel it?" she asked, trailing her fingers lightly down Cutter's chest."No, India, you can't feel it, and don't touch me like that. It's not right." You don't like it?" India asked playfully. She tangled her fingers in the hair on his chest.Cutter inhaled sharply. "It's not that I don't like it, honey - but. I learnt how to draw her aroused cunt lips into my mouth and tease them with my tongue and then do the same with her clit.Once I had discovered how she liked her cunt sucked, this soon developed into her face sitting me and 69's' (taking it in turns to be on top).I discovered Shirley loved to swallow spunk and I could swallow her prolific cunt juices when she orgasmed.She also enjoyed me swallowing her cunt juices mixed with my spunk - a beautiful cocktail!Shirley also enjoyed 'Golden Rain'. That’s not a firework,” Paul said. “It’s the memory star.” “The memory star?” “Legend says if you share a memory with someone you love when the memory star is shining, you’ll make memories together forever. Some people just see the fireworks. Lucky people also see the memory star.” Paul and I had rushed home that night, hungry to make love and eager to share a memory. Lying under the maple tree, with the picnic remnants all around us, Paul reached for my hand and squeezed. “We’re lucky.