Jasmine begins inserting the head of her wand with ease in to her flower which was still wet from her dream combined with the stimulation of her clito...is. She now finds her rhythm with the dildo as her back starts to arch her round tight arse lifts up and down on the bed, starting to quiver and buck Jasmine can feel the power of this orgasm is going to be hard to contain to just a quiet session. The warmth of her wetness trickles down to her anus and the sensation drives her crazy, having never. The just don'tknow that the term applies to their father. Several cars off the highway were stark evidence of the poor conditions onthe road (and probably the poor conditions of their tires, their driving,or both.) Target was closed by the time I went by. I did manage to stopin a Walgreen's and buy some Olay shower gel in a nice scent so I couldstart moisturizing my body. I checked into the hotel, called my wife,took a long shower and went to sleep. Over the next two days I did my shopping. . She moaned and leant back against the door, pushing her hips forward, pushing her mound towards her Dad as she was uncovered by him. Ian sighed as her naked, pouting lips were exposed to him. Her plump mound was barely covered by the smudge of short, red hair. Her lips were engorged, her clit standing out, wanting, needing, his attention.Susie grabbed Ian's head, pulling him towards her. His tongue lashed across her clit, his lips latching onto her, sucking her clit, then her pussy lips, his. But between her dressing up at the party, her comments on my patio, and the way she was dressed in just a robe, I'm almost ashamed to say I was scoping her out.She was rail thin, with short dark brown hair, almost black. She wasn't very large on top, but when she was moving around on her hands and knees, arranging presents, I got a few glimpses inside the top of her robe, and saw the swelling of very feminine breasts. Her legs were as thin as the rest of her, but with decent calf definition..