“I know,” she answers sweetly, her mouth and pussy watering. “But if you want me to do it for you just once more, I don’t think I’d mind.”...And before waiting for an answer, Candace removes her father’s grip from the steely rod and replaces it with her own.“Oh shit,” he sighs heavily. “Okay, but this has to be the last time.”“Sure, Daddy,” the girl replies, not really listening in the very least. She is far too busy concentrating on her father’s large, throbbing cock to care one way or. "Um, you'd better come in," I said and turned up the heating as I led her to the living room. Once there I turned on the seldom used gas fire and asked if she wanted a hot drink."Yes please," she stuttered, her teeth chattering with both cold and stress I thought.I swiftly boiled a kettle and made her some hot sweet tea also refilling the kettle and seeking out an old hot water bottle that a previous girlfriend had used before she tired of my absences. Taking them through I noticed that the. “Put your fingers in your pussy. Feel how it is starting to become juicy. Feed your fingers to our master and allow him to taste your sweet juices. Put your fingers in my pussy then let our master taste my juices and you taste them as well.”Teresa was nearly faint with the heady emotions her mother’s words were arousing, as well as the exotic tastes and scent of the juices she scooped from her own pussy and her mother’s. It had never occurred to her to imagine that such activities existed, but. What was that for?"She smiled at me shyly, and just said, "You're the best. Really. You've made this year amazing. And I wanted to say thanks. Especially for the birthday cupcakes and candles."I just smiled, and said, "You're welcome. It's all good. I'm glad I made your day special. I'm glad I could do something good for someone."She smiled back at me, and said, "Well, I'd like to repay the favor. Can I do something good for you? To make you feel special?"I stood there, hoping and praying she.