I rubbed my hand up and down her lips a few times before parting her lips with my middle finger. But before I could insert my fingers inside her she p...aced my middle finger on to her clit , and told me to gently play there. I wanted a better look so shuffled on to my knees and turned my body round so I facing her feet and moved my head to above her genitals, this was the first time I had seen a pussy at such close quarters so was just looking at it in admiration, I moved my left hand underneath. He chuckled. Only two? No more? No, Father. I needed no more than that. Hmm. He placed one hand on her inner thigh. Then Im going to bet youre still fucking tight. He slid one finger into her slit and groaned when it barely fit. His daughter cried out, but it was in pleasure, not pain. He slowly finger fucked her with a single digit, and when he felt her start to clench, he pulled it out. She whined slightly, and he walked around her and slammed his hand down on her ass. She screamed, and he. The girls fall at your feet, dude…”“I know that. I loved every. I cannot deny. But… when I see movies and I see them wearing those clothes, hats, acting like they do, makes me imagine they are more naughty than they try to hide”It’s not to say he objectified them. Actually, his thing with Old Hollywood women was more than having sexual excitement because of them. Part of that was because they had something which he wanted but he couldn’t find.What? Even him didn’t know what it was. But it. "You fucked your own son?" asked Susan loudly. "My god, it was your own son!", she repeated."Yes, yes... it was my own son's spunk that your saw down my legs", admitted mom, "and Peter's for god's sake"."Hold on!, just hold on here!", exclaimed Susan, "Are you saying that the other morning when I was in the yard, not ten feet away, you allowed your own son to fuck you over the kitchen sink and that Peter joined in as well?" That's exactly what I'm saying Susan", replied mom.Peter turned to me.