By the end of the treat, she couldn’t understand why her daddy hadn’t been giving her his cream before this. She even made sure to lick the dish c...ean of all the melted cream, as well as her daddy’s cream. She decided right then that she would ask her best friend, Becky, if she was a good little girl for her daddy, like Madison was, and swallowed her daddy’s cream. She had already been planning to spend the day at Becky’s house, and was ready to go even before breakfast and her morning shows. “This is the best part," she said as I placed my hands on her backside and lewdly groped her soft and high booty cheeks, "when cocksucking's done.?” She glanced down at my dick. “My, honey, you've proven that is a tasty sausage. Let’s see what else you can do with it.” Nothing else to say she took a few steps to the counter and reached for her purse. Inside she pulled out a small plastic tube of Eros lubricant. She put some on her middle finger and massaged the deep cleft between her ass. She told me her hectic schedule makes her tired and sometimes she just needs to relax. If she's awake, I lay with her for awhile and talk. If she's asleep, I usually go on the computer and read a few sex stories before going to bed.I get so wound up on some of these stories. Fantasies and reality, reality vs. fantasy, I get so confused. Are these just the writers' thoughts or do people really do these things? So much cheating going on in the world. Some of it must be true with the divorce rate. Regina and I exchanged positions, her behind Virginia, holding the girl's head back by the hair so she was forced to look up and was thus unable to anticipate the pain. I took up my position in front, taking my distance to her still creamy and as yet unmarked inner thighs.The dressage cut through the air to strike just above the knee. Virginia shriek echoed even in the thickly-curtained chamber. Her screaming had a certain, familiar melodious quality. I remembered having told Regina years.