I casually slipped my hand down my torso to my pussylips, playing with them absentmindedly while I excited my father. "You know how hot cum from a...big fat daddycock can make a daughter sooo happy. You wouldn't want to keep that from me, would you daddy?" I had asked that in my best imitation of a spoiled toddler. Goosebumps had risen up in excitement: I was turning myself almost as much as I knew my father was enjoying my little spiel. "Oh yeah baby, tell me more. Make daddy real happy. ‘SHEEEEET DOLL, HOW TIGHT IS DAT CUNT? MES CARNT FIRE MES FOOKING SPUNK IN DAT CUNT?’ again he sweated out.With the pressure building in his spunk tube, but no spunk coming, except a few lucky pressurised squirts, spunk that released to race into her nearby Fallopian tubes. She had clearly clamped off his fat stiff shaft, preventing his blow out into her. He figured this and dug his fingers deep into her ass crack, drawing her bubble butt cheeks apart, at the same time fingering her tight ass. He was the big brother of Frank Condit, who was the National League MVP two years ago. Fred was part-owner and lead batting instructor for The Hitting Zone.“One of the kids told me we had a VIP in the house. Do you plan to do any more hitting today?”“I’m thinking of going for another hour or so. Why?”“If you’d allow me to bring the kids over to watch you bat, and coach them, I’ll let you hit for free today.”Manaia snorted his derision because an hour in the cage was very affordable. I almost. Are you still cool to still take me home?” He asked the other guy who said “yea ill wait, no rush!” The smirk on my face was probably visible from space. The range guy jumped back into his cart and drove away. Then I turned and asked if he was still down for my offer, he said boldly “yea, ok”. So I told him lets go into the back office, no one could see us and we could lock the door. He led the way walking slowly but with a purpose towards the back office. He opened the door walked in to the.