He looked across the stall to see his daughter, her face with tears running down it. He couldn't look at her any longer. As he pulled his eyes away he...saw my hole, still open from his intrusion, liquid starting to drip out. As guilty as he was feeling, the sight stirred him. Trudi noticed it and his dick rising again."Dad you can't. I'm untying him." She said defiantly and soon my hands were free.The first thing I did as I straightened up was to get the gag out of my mouth.She almost knocked me. I was sitting on a chair and started scrolling on my phone. I was checking on her from time to time and saw that she had shifted to a different position. She was lying down on her stomach with her legs raised and showing off her ample bosoms.That was probably the first time I noticed how hot she was. Her face was pretty and fair with stands of hair falling on her face which made her seem even more beautiful. She had big breasts and a beautifully shaped butt which made her an ideal woman. I was. But they get a lot in return to. I’d walk to the end of the earth for a friend in need, and it’s probably a cliché to say so but I’m a painter not an English major so I’m not afraid to say it because it’s true. My friends know that they can count on me and that’s the bottom line. In fact, this same night that I wiggled away from maternal confrontation and started on my rebellious little painting was also the night Glen and Zoë and I had plans for some serious bar hopping. Remembering this, I. Her words were comforting to him and he sighed, "Yeah, I will, and soon too." So in the meantime..." Laura hissed in his ear, "Why not find out what I taste like?"Like many younger men, Justin had some doubts about going down on a woman. He'd heard they smelled, and there was a rumor he couldn't quite shake, that some women, when aroused, clamped their pussies shut on the guy's tongue, and smothered them to death. That one he doubted... but where there's smoke there's fire, he told.