Wearing nothing but one of my shirts, she was frying up some eggs and bacon. I stepped behind her, wrapping my arms around her and cupping her breast...."Careful," she said, "I'd hate to see you get burned." Precisely why my hands are strategically placed," I replied, squeezing each orb. "Like a good banker, I'm protecting your assets." You're just copping a feel, you dirty old man." She turned, opened the shirt, and stepped toward me. Molding myself into her, I kissed her, softly at first, on. Every touch would bring a quick response from her. My cock was not only long, it was thick, and I had found a solution for that as well. I made her love tunnels far more elastic, ensuring that they wouldn’t rip but would remain as tight as ever. She would feel every vein, ridge, and bump along my cock and so far ladies had loved it. “I won’t bother trying to explain it to you, lets just say that if you feel a tickle in your throat, it will probably be me.” I had finished everything on the. ” I blushed in embarrassment, I was such a little slut. Daddy’s slut. He removed his finger and I felt him kneel behind me. Hands wrapped around my ankles and he spread my legs wider so he could kneel directly in between them. I felt vulnerable and exposed. This far open, Daddy could see all of my bits and pieces up close and personal. I felt his hair soft against my inner thigh and held my breath, unsure of what was going to happen. I heard Daddy inhale deeply. “Sweet cherry pussy baby,” he. On Saturday, she dressed me in sexy lingerie and gave me a world class handjob during halftime. Saturday night she dressed me in sexy lingerie and did me with a very special strap-on. Lilla had plans.Sleeping on my side I woke to a cold pressure at my rear. As I drifted into awareness I arched my back some so she could take me more easily. She slipped in gently and set a leisurely Sunday morning pace. The immense fullness in my rear was wonderful, welcome. She reached around to my hardening.