"Name them and describe their features, don't skip a single detail."Michael cocked his head in her direction to show that he was listening. With eyes...twinkling, he looked forward to her descent into deep frustration.She sat cross legged, as if she was sharing her toys with a friend. Kymber laid them out in order, favorite to least favorite. She stumbled through with great difficulty as she described them."What do you use this for?" he questioned, as he pointed to a jiggley double dildo.Kymber. Reaching in with her small hand, she pulled my prick free and wrapped her hand around it. Bending over the tip, she gave it a delicate little lick and began slowly jerking her hand up and down. By this time I had moved my ass down in the seat enough to let myself be free of the boxers, and now my pants and belt were around my ankles as I did 80 down the LA freeway. Katie switched hands and used her left hand to pull the hair back from her face as she slowly deep throated my 9 inch cock down. In fact, the hard part wasn't stopping the train but making sure he didn't shatter the train. Hercules had no idea what the train was beyond a carriage but knew stopping it would make him famous once again. It was true. When reporters sent to the incident found him, they were stunned by Hercules. 9'8, rippling with large and diamond-hard muscle, covered in thick black hair with gold tinting, and naked. His large swinging third limb was what told everyone he was a god. They were ready to tell. . yessss," she gasped. Deeper I went. "Ohhh, daddy!" she cried out. "Baby, is that good?" "Yes, daddy, your penis feels so big in me, like being stuffed." I eased in more. In a few minutes of careful pushing, I was buried in her juicy cunt. My daughter gripped my legs with her own and pushed her pelvis harder against me. Her young pussy felt so good; it gripped my hard cock with its slick membranes. She moaned in delight. "We have to stop this, sweetie, or we are going to make a baby," I told.