Sandhya was now moaning with pleasure, we stopped kissing and I knelt in front of her between her open legs and licked along her pussy lips sliding my...tongue into her as deeply as I could tasting her juices, then fingering her, first one, then two, she was crying out for more, "Yes, that's good Jitu, it feels so good, do it harder, do it deeper, Yes! Fuck me with your fingers, More! More! I almost had my whole hand into her, she was so wet. After about 10 minutes she pulled my head up from her. She still spent a great deal of time (and every night) with Igwanda, but she now was also focused on such things as designing a dress and otherwise making wedding plans."I've decided I'd like to do it here, Carlos," she told him. "If we did it on the ship everybody could be there, and that would be nice, but it would leave them"—she gestured—"out. If we do it here, we can have most of the ship. Provided that you can relax your limitation a little for that, can you?"He rolled his eyes. "I. I hadn't seen you in years, Lizzy, you were all but a c***d when you left home for boarding school. I think I was scared to admit just how lonely I had been all these years. I tried to keep up the connection between us. I want to build a true and lasting father-daughter relationship with you now more than ever,'' he said.''I don't know how you think we can have any relationship after what we have done. Dad, we had sex. I let my father fuck me. I know I thought I would be okay with it, but I. She took him deeper and deeper sucking him hard. Sandy didn’t stop until she felt his cock hit the back of her throat and the saliva was leaking from her mouth and dribbling down her chin. Her dark hair was moving back and forth across her ears as she sucked him off, energetically. She began to gag and released him briefly, the saliva drooling down her chin. This wasn’t the safe anchor woman everyone thought they knew. Sandy’s inner slut was emerging. The girl who liked a messy, sloppy blow.