"The trap was now set. Would the brown haired reporter bite the bait."Ho... how can you do something so... so wicked," Julie asked.Putting on her best...acting performance she replied to the reporter."A... at first it was embarrassing to do something so vile," she shrugged. "But after a while it wasn't so difficult to do."Her curiosity aroused, and her panties getting soaked, Julie pushed onward with the conversation."But you didn't do anything like that for him today," she asked. "Did you?". My knees were being pulled upwards and spread. I could feel the hot sticky liquid my dad had just filled me with begin to leak from my pussy. There were hands touching me all over my body, I could feel my nipple being sucked, a kiss in my inner thigh. Then a tongue, a tongue on my pussy, a tongue licking all the juices flowing from within me.My eyes focused, my dad’s mouth was closing on my own as his tongue met mine, he kissed me passionatley, but still there was a tongue working at my pussy.. She grinned up at her daddy and scooped up her large, aching tits with both hands, sandwiching her father's cockmeat between them."Good girl. Now fuck my cock with your great big tits!" Mike ordered.Carol began to tit-fuck her father, rubbing her huge mounds of tit-flesh against his bursting cock. The sexy movement made his prick grow harder and bigger."Yeah, that's it, baby! Do it faster, you little slut!" he commanded as he began to hump his crotch up between his daughter's huge tits.Carol. ” she cooed. “You know what, Rob? I have an idea. I’ve come to see you perform, so why don’t you come see me perform?”“Perform where?”“At work.”“I thought you were a bartender.”“That’s what I told my mother. I’m really a dancer. In a club.”“You’re a stripper?”“Well, stripping is part of it, yeah. We’re exotic performers I guess you could say. I’m not a hooker, though, if that’s what you’re thinking. Wait a second.”She turned to Laura, who was talking to some guy, and said something into her.