She parted me slightly open and traced back upwards, her skin glistening as she came up over my button again. It was heavenly."Ohhhh my gawwdddd, Sara......" I whispered. Her breath was warm on my bare chest. My nipples stood up under the breeze of the ceiling fan. She'd been touching me for several minutes already. She talked me into trying it by swearing it felt more amazing than anything I'd ever felt before. And she was right. I followed her fingers with fascination as she played gently over. I remember she cried, and I felt terrible about that. I didn’t know what else to say except, “Goodbye,” but M. had other ideas. She said, “I understand, but will you please just stay with me a little longer in the back seat.” I knew it wasn’t a good idea, but I couldn’t resist.I went in the back of her Jeep Grand Cherokee with her. We started kissing. That didn’t last too long before M. lied down on the seat. There was just enough lamp light from the parking lot lamp posts for me to make. [email protected])Sent: Wed 5/01/13 11:45pmTo: Brenda McKay ([email protected])Thanks for the speedy reply Bren. I really do appreciate it, but I know that you must be very busy with Jason feeding him his titty milk supper and followed by sucking on his cock to make it hard and to drink his warm piss if he needs to go while you are sucking on his cock in order to get his developing brain and mind to be programmed to believe that it's the natural order of things to have his cock sucked. She held perfectly still like a good girl as her dad inserted all eighteen popsicles into her rectum one by one. Somewhere around the tenth one she protested, "It's so cold, Papa!" "I can put my meatstick in there instead." "No no no no-" "Which one do you want in there? The meatstick or the popsicles?" "Your meatstick's too big, Papa." "Popsicles it is, then," he said and resumed fucking his daughter's ass with the popsicles until they each had a turn. He put each one back in the wrapper as he.