‘Wes, you’re my man, even if you have other women. I’ll please them too if that’s what you want, or bring you more of them. I’ll get more th...n a little dirty, I’ll be your personal slave if it gets me some of your seed.’ And with that she completely stripped naked and said ‘what would make you happy right now?’ I wanted to see what she would do so I said ‘Sometimes you need to take initiative and do something that you think would please me. It doesn’t please me to always direct you, sometimes. She loved to melt into those pictures, living the lives of the characters she created, but then her father's voice would call her in and she'd return to the hell that was her real life.Occasionally her father would ask her why she spent so much time in the loft, and Sara would lie saying she was reading or studying or just playing games. She wasn't sure if her father really believed, and several times she returned to her sanctuary to find her father had been up there rummaging around, but. Then: "Of course it is. That's your body. I've seen it a thousand times in the pool. Besides, that's the upstairs bathroom in the background. The doorway anyway. Are these all selfies?"First thought that popped into my head: Masturbation. I turned white again. "What?" Selfie pics? Did you take all these yourself?"I muttered something. Something incomprehensible, that is. Britt glanced back at the semi-naked body on the screen, still beaming."Wow! You look great, daddy! I wish I had legs like. Her large breasts spilled out, her nipples soft. She wasn't turned on.Couldn't have that.Her mother pulled off her old t-shirt. Her tits didn't look as big as her daughter's boobs. She reached behind her, unhooking her beige bra. She slipped it off her shoulders, her round breasts swaying. They weren't as perky as her daughters, but her nipples were larger and darker. My pussy tingled as Kaitlyn wiggled out of her pants. Her panties were striped with bands of teal and hugged her rump. Her.