He came a lot before he finally shrunk enough to get away from me.We repeated this about every other day for weeks with me once in a while letting him...get the knot stuck in my mouth. He got to where he would bring the dog to me. I tried again to get him to do it without the stuffed dog and one time he actually did. I hid the stuffed dog for a few days and laid down like I would with it and he came around and did eventually fuck my mouth but it just wasn't the same. He wouldn't even come near me. The action made her cum, fire exploding in her belly and spreading through her legs and pussy, her body convulsing in fits of ecstasy. The sounds of him entering her grew louder, soft and slick, in harmony with the slapping sounds of him slamming into her behind. He was better than she ever thought he'd be. She cursed herself for not bothering to seduce him earlier. She needed this. Hell, they both did. "Oh Christ! Damn . . . damn . . . damn, damn, damn!" She felt tears burn the corners. I could feel Lisa’s wetness running down my balls and the sloppy sounds filled the room, “Cum in her Frank, fill her up” Danni screamed and I could feel it and let out an almighty cry as I shot deep inside my daughter, “YES, YES, YES” both girls cried out at the same time, “OMG!” I shouted as the last drops came out and I could feel Lisa’s pussy muscles sucking every last bit.I looked down at Danni, she was drained and looked up at me, not a word was said and Lisa rose up, looked up at me. He felt lost in his thoughts with a constant feeling of misery filling his brain. Images of Rachel getting fucked and loving it were flooding his mind, and he had little care about what was next for him or where he was headed. He was fully consumed with feelings of jealously and inadequacy. With each step he took he could hear the sounds of her moans echo through his mind which was slowly driving him mad. He was still heavily buzzed from the weed and drink, but no longer incapacitated or out.