Rooting Jessica was something I might never have imagined would ever happen, her pubic hairs against my own, my c*ck still in her. I asked about the...first time that he f*cked her. She was babysitting down the street and he arrived. She told him she'd be there, that she'd be waiting and he came as she expected when the k**s had gone to bed. They did it on a sheepskin rug. She said it hurt but she had liked it, and that was how it started three months before her f******nth birthday. Her. You also told me that many of them had had modifications to the gripper pads.Some had rough sandpaper glued to the surface; some had small metal teeth likealligator clamps. You began with my breasts. One by one you added the clothespins in a methodicalfashion, until my entire breast was covered. I was surprised that you leftmy nipple free. But I did not have time to ponder my nipple; with the additionof every clothespin, the pain level grew. Some were not so hard to take; theworst were the. Once naked, she headed for the bathroom, turned on the shower, and peed while it heated up. Once it was ready, Taylor stepped in and groaned as the pleasant heat hit her skin. She took her time under the water, letting it course over her body, relaxing her muscles after a long day of work and study.Once she felt a little more relaxed, Taylor let her hand trail down her chest, down her stomach, and to her waxed pussy. She loved the smooth feeling there, and lovingly caressed her labia for a. " "You have a beautiful body." "You mean it Dad? I kiss him deeply and our bodies respond to that kiss. "Billy I Love You" My hands start caressing his hairy body as well as my tongue. "Dad I want you , I love you too." We head to the bedroom with beers and smokes. What the fuck am I thinking. This is my fucking Son for Christs sakes.I have never kissed him like that before in my life. This is wrong , Iturn and head back to the kitchen. I sit back down at the table ,.