We have turned our guest bedroom into my "daughters" room, which she has decorated with all the usually teenage girl stuff complete with a full set of...clothes. Usually Friday afternoon after work she puts away her normal business dresses, scrubs off the make-up and removes all signs of being Mrs. Simmons, my wife. She remains my daughter until Monday morning when it's time for work again. The amazing thing is when she turns into my daughter, she looks even younger than 15. Becky has less curves. I move in front of you and gather your hair in my hand, pulling your head back then tying the hook to your hair. I bend down and kiss you deep, forcing my toung into your mouth and pulling on your clamps making you moan into my mouth.I stand up and rub the head of my rock hard cock on your lips. You stick your tounge out and i push into your mouth, slowly fucking your mouth. You feel every gentle thrust pulling on the hook. You are so close to coming, you look up at me with pleading eyes. And, most exciting of all, the narrow crotch bands of both the girl's shorts were dark and damp!Carson gulped. He told himself that their crotches must have become wet from the lathered pony's sweat. And yet it looked remarkably like cuntjuice that had seeped into the denim. Even as he stared at them, a frothy trickle of juice slid out from the cut off leg hole of Molly's shorts and ran down her slim thigh, leaving a glistening trail like the track of a snail.Despite himself, Carson could not. Aur tejjjjjjjj. Please aur tejjjjjjjj.You fuck so well. Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh.Ummmm.”Phir lagbhag aadhe ghante chudail ke baad hum 69 position me aa gye.Aur ab uski chhot chaaatne lga.Uski saara ras pee gya.Aur wo mere lund hilaakr mera juice liye ja rahi thi.Usne bola.Ye to fruit juice se bhi tsty hai.Aur mere pure badan ko pagalo ki tarah chaatne lagi.Uski seal tuti thi.To maine bola ab bus krte hai.Tumhara care karna bhi jaruri hai.Abhi itna hi .Tumhara blood bhi hota hai.Usne mujhe hug kia.Boli.