I watched as she brought her hands to her face and casually licked her cum off of my fingers. She smiled apologetically at having to leave me with a h...rd-on.“It’s okay, aunty. We’ll get loads of chances from tomorrow.” I smiled and assured her as I wiped my forefinger with another tissue. As I pulled my sweatpants and underwear up I glanced outside just in time to see the group of middle-aged men drunkenly make their way to the two cars near the fence of the open air bar. After stuffing my. Aiko didn’t react the way I thought she would. No screaming, no frantic covering up, no yelling at me. She just twisted out of our sixty-nine and grinned at daddy. She turned to me and kissed me passionately. We were French kissing for the longest time, with daddy watching us naked and squirming, pressing our nude fourteen-year-old school girl bodies together, rubbing our pussies on each other’s thighs. Aiko looked into my eyes and said, “You’ll share your daddy with your horny sister, won’t. As he straightened up he couldn’t help himself he flipped his hip smacking her hard in the face with his cock. He loved the look she flashed him with her eyes such a look of hate and fear. She lay in the fetal position quietly sobbing. Why her she thought, and why had she been wet her body betraying her arousal. How could it, why would she need it. She felt his eyes on her and reach between her legs and cupped her pussy to cover her modesty. She felt the wet stickiness of his leavings inside. My next story was about a county girl that was fixated on milking cows and she graduated to high school seniors taking on two at a time to show she could do it with both hands at the same time like a real professional. Of course, the story had a traveling salesman and a shotgun toting father that gave it all a sense of comedy that offset the erotica that was often raw and right out in the open for everyone to read and see.Then, I came to a story that was about a girl that thought she was a cat.