Five cards would be dealt to each of us. After looking at our respective cards, we could throw away as many as we wanted and get as many new cards bac..., dealt off the top of the deck I won the first hand. Rather like Houdini removing a straight jacket, Carol pulled her arms in from the sweatshirt sleeves and somehow managed to remove her bra, tossing it aside. Carol dealt the second hand. I won again. She removed her jeans, pulling the sweatshirt down to cover her panties. I dealt the third. They were watching a murder mystery. When the commercial came on Jan turned to her uncle to make a comment about the plot. She never got it out of her mouth. She was startled to see Cheryl was stroking Uncle Jon's erection. Jan kept taking sly glances out of the corner of her eye as the evening progressed.Sound carried in that small house and that night Jan could hear the sounds from the downstairs bedroom. First was indecipherable mumbling, moans, and groans, but then Jan heard Cheryl say,. He takes off my shirt the same manner and I unhook the clasp in the front of my bra. With my voluptuous tits before him, he buries his face in them and lays me down on the table. I can feel my pussy getting wet as he kisses his way down my toned abdomen. I start to moan and squeeze my soft breasts and hard nipples. He slides my yoga pants off and plunges his tongue between my small wet lips. I moan louder “are you as good with your cock as you are with your tongue?” I ask. He spins me around on. I love you like a fact, like a force of nature. It has no reason, it just is. I belong to you, Daddy. I want to belong to you. I want you to come to me for pleasure and comfort and I can support you, Daddy. I know you need me too. I know it. I will never leave you and I’ve made a pact: I will love you and care for you for ever. That’s also just a fact. It transcends reason. I think we all bear our scars, some seen and some invisible. You have yours, I have mine. Somehow, when we are together,.