I didn't move. It still hurt. I looked down and saw his thing buried all the way in me. There was a little spot of blood on his underwear. The pain st...rted to go away. I started moving up and down on Dad's thing. I would raise up until it almost fell out then lower myself back down on him. I couldn't get over how good this was feeling. I kept going up and down as fast as I could. I didn't care if Dad woke up. I wished he would so he could see his little girl giving him pleasure. All of a sudden. So last night I used medical adhesive and glued on my breast forms. They were only cheap ones but using a little silicone putty around the top and sides I blended them into my skin and then used a little foundation and powder to blend them in so you couldn't see where they joined my body. I'd also glued on my bum and hip silicone pads. I did not bother blending them in though. I'd tucked and used a little tape to hold myself in place downstairs. Because I couldn't shave my legs as I'm going. The bad news was that it was slow because they couldn't index into the correct memories accurately, and it required a great deal of active cooperation from the owning mind. It had to be willing to let each of the fairly specific memories go. It was doable, but painfully slow.We were discussing the implications on our college studies, when, #1: I said, "Don't you think that's an overreaction to her being uncomfortable unbuttoning her blouse at school? That hardly makes her a bad girlfriend." I. My lips were wrapped around his dick nice and tight. I could feel the huge pool of cum sitting inside m mouth. When I felt him slow down and his cock stop jolting I opened my mouth and all his cum ran down his dick. His entire hard dick was covered in his cum, with three huge puddles at the bottom of his shaft. His cum was so white and thick you could just see all of it all over his dick in the light from the car garage. He was still knuckles deep inside my orgasming pussy. He looked down at.