I'm still in my bathrobe," she laughed." Wait... don't interrupt me," I laughed. "I'm trying to picture you taking your bathrobe off and getting dress...d." Careful," she giggled, "You could be in for a shock. How do you know I'm even wearing panties underneath my robe." I don't." I laughed, delighted she was so open, and not at all the prudish sort."Actually, I'm in my Jammies," she laughed."That does it! I've changed my mind. I'm coming over to your place to have breakfast with you." I. The scenes of extreme torture depicted in this story must not be repeated, even with consent?Emeraude was really pleased, as the party seemed to be on a right path? no, it was not the fact of having a successful party, those parties were a common event. Every month during the school year and every two weeks on vacations her house greeted to all the friends she had made into the world BDSM circles. This party in particular pleased her so much because of the amount of new faces she could see from. She knew the truth.“Right, right,” I moaned. “Just... skirts let you ride my dick.”“Uh-huh,” she moaned, her hips dancing, working her pussy around my cock, teasing me.The pressure rose to the tip of my shaft. My dick ached and throbbed. That wonderful pleasure built and built. My balls grew tighter. I had so much cum in them. My fingers squeezed and kneaded my daughter's rump, her muscles flexing beneath me.She slammed her pussy down my cock, impaling herself with such passion. The friction. She thought of how she used to make oversized sandwiches for him. He would pedal up to the house with a book bag on his back. She would feed him and then send him off to wherever Ben was working. When she looked back at him the tall heartbroken man seemed little if anything like the boy she had known back then. ‘Fuck.’ She thought to herself not realizing she had said anything. ‘What?’ he sputtered, surprised by the word. He turned to her and a smile crawled across his face seemed to light up.