I love it too. But why don't you bend before me on hands and knees, like a bitch? And I suck your pussy like a dog!."Molly knelt before her father on ...he bed and put her hands on the bed rest, while he bent like a dog behind her, his hands on her inner thighs. Her skin was soft and smooth. He inhaled the smell of her wet pussy. Then he flicked his tongue over her slit and tasted her pussy. She gasped and her belly tingled. "Oh, wow," she hissed, her hand went back and her fingers combed through. There were some bleeding near his groin and both upper thighs, but not enough to suggest a dangerous femoral artery wound, and a brief check indicated that all of his important private parts were still completely attached. If I could drag him out of here reasonably soon, he ought to be just fine later. Getting Marsha out of there alive and in one piece was going to be a different matter entirely.In the mean time, I was going to borrow Oliver's .45 M1911 series semi-automatic pistol. A most. Her breasts though were still showing at the front, I indicated the buttons but she just frowned. Carefully I reached. She made no attempt to stop me as I fastened two buttons, then she pushed my hand away and fastened the rest herself.I pointed upwards to above deck and turned to the door. Her hand took my arm and stopped me. I turned to look, she gazed at me, then her hand came up, her fingers touched my cheek. Then she spoke, I have no idea what she was saying, but I was reassured. She. As I continued to massage her soapy back my hand wandered around to the sides of her torso brushing against her tits as I slipped them up and down. She let out a little moan and did nothing to stop my pawing.I let my hands wander lower on her back to the top of her ass. My whole body was on fire as I caressed the top of her bikini bottoms. Steam enveloped our bodies, and we were slick with sweat and soap as I rubbed her down. She lifted her ass towards the loofah and started to grind her hips.