I try to hold back, taking his ministrations. His hand comes down hard on my ass, stinging sharply. The slaps come back and forth on each red cheek, a... he fingers my needy pussy, Daddy’s pussy.“Oh Daddy please, let me cum again.”“Cum babygirl.”“Oh thank you Daddy.”I am pushing back against his thrusts, as my body loses control again. My juices flow out of my folds, while I grind on his fingers. I hear the wet sloshing of my arousal, as his fingers me. My turgid nipples abraid on the rug, as I. But what really left me speechless was the veteran nature with which she carried herself. You can imagine an older lady, doing it like you would imagine someone normal, but with a little more experience. It didn't happen like that. That was like a master class from a porn movie. The ways in which she did it all showed that she was beyond conventionalism in bed, the father-in-law must have been very lucky to have such a fiery being by his side.As I was saying, it was a relaxed weekend, although. Eric's daughters were Ann and Beatrice, Ann was his mother's daughter and Bea his sister's. Lydia was now thirty-six and, as her mother did, she looked about twenty-five. Her boobs had grown a bit and were now a nice pair of thirty-four Ds and since she never stopped breast feeding her Master's daughters she was still lactating. She quickly regained her former figure after giving birth to her Master's niece/daughter. Ann was the perfect replica of her mother Emily. She already had large. A smiling woman in a black cape and mask loomed over him as the sack was pulled out from under him; she was all he could see at first as he was blinded by the fierce sunlight, but as another of the caped women played with his erect cock, the first pulled his head down so that he could look up behind him, and then stepped aside with a wicked smile; she pointed up to the sky behind him and Gregson gasped in terror, wriggling in vain against the tight bonds. A slim but monstrous guillotine, the.