I drew her up, pressing as deeply into her as I could, plunging my rigid tongue in and out of her as she started a low wail. “Oh, Daddy…...hat’s so good…don’t stop, Daddy… I’m gonna cum!!!” Suddenly my lips and tongue were awash with the sweetest taste, soaked in my daughter’s love juices. I was exhausted from the heat and the intensity of her reactions. It was all I could do to roll over and try to catch my breath. When Lisa had calmed down a little, she moved into the crook. We went there, i used to roam around in tiny shorts and a tank top. It was really hot there. Now i noticed grown men staring at me like i was some prey. I ignored this, we stayed over in this tribe that grew rice. Now like i said the men of these tribes stared at me like i was some prey. They didnt know English but were always trying to talk to me, observing me from head to toe. We stayed in tents. Now there were no toilets over there, we had to around the camp site and pee behind the bush. For the first time in her life, she knew she could turn some heads, the lewd costume coaxing out the female curves and beauty even in a homely girl like her. But being sexy did nothing for the anguish in her heart.She could hear her friend cry, possessed by unearthly delights. It very much sounded like she was in the throes of passionate sex, letting the whole world know how hard she was coming, but the actual words weren't anything positive. Jennie was afraid of the maddeningly intense. Consent is absolutely key in any sort of sexual behavior and an orgy party is no different. But no one was so incapacitated to my knowledge that they no longer knew what they were doing.Once inside the party house, I had to laugh. It looked like a teenager’s interpretation of a cheesy strip club: the lights were dimmed and covered with red Saran wrap, so a red glow covered the room. We took our prerequisite shots at the door and then entered. The walls were covered with printed-out tips on how.