“I know, Daddy,” groaned my daughter. “She's sucking on me. It's... Oh, Daddy, it's so strange. She's really, really, really sucking on me. It's...making me dizzy. I'm going to cum.”“Good,” I groaned, loving the way she squirmed her little cunt around my dick, my own orgasm building and building.“Mommy!” she gasped. “Oh, Mommy, I'm going to... to... Yes!”My daughter bucked. Her black hair flew, blue eyes squeezing shut. Her cunt rippled around my cock. That tight, hot, and young cunt rippled and. " What was I hearing and what did she mean by 'somany years you only had your panties'. Maybe my son was gay. But, no, hehad her in his life now. So I guess he just had a little panty fetish foryears maybe. But why and how could she know and why is she OK with it?And why am I even listening to this? But mostly...why don't I just leavethem alone and get away from here?"Do you like the panties I'm wearing today, Pauly....huh...do you?" Shewas also only in her underwear, her bra and panties. Yeah,. She had younger children to cope with, and Martin's slovenly ways and cheek were a constant source of anguish to her. I lived alone, and was better able, I felt, to devote the requisite time to improving his behaviour and manners. For the first few days I simply observed him, without interference or comment. The wicked boy! He refused to clean or tidy up after himself; he was clearly spoilt, and altogether too accustomed to having someone meet his every need, without his even having to ask.. And I felt his dick-head throb inside me, as it drastically expanded and got bigger for just a moment, and then quickly contracted back down to its previous size. That surprised me, but it also made me giggle nervously in response to the strange sensation I was experiencing down between my legs. And at this point, I was still finding it hard to believe that Freddy actually had the end of his long, stiff, swollen-up "thing" stuck up inside of the "big hole" at the rear of my "thing."I looked up.