I don’t know if my heart and my eyes consulted on this before they told you, but it doesn’t matter now, the truth is there to see. I try to look a...ay from you, afraid that the message will bounce back in the reflection of your eyes and burn me, but I cannot, I need to check something. I need to see if “you’re mine”. I always struggle to understand the differences between men and women but fundamentally we are the same when all is said and done. We just behave differently for a while. Diane writhed on the waterbed, continuing to clutch the back of her father's head as he breathed in her heady aroma of aroused teenaged pussy.His head twisted in her hands, his mouth working eagerly at her soft, damp cunt-flesh, wriggling against it, opening her sizzling slit ever wider. His tongue poked between her bloated pussylips. As she felt his tongue licking her up and down, she cried out in passionate abandon."Ohhhhhh, yessssss, lick it, Daddy! Get your tongue in me!"Len was plunging. Perkins’ open and very wet cunt. I knew that I was close, yet I also knew what was next. I tried to resist my primal need to orgasm, yet I knew that the punishment could be even worse if I made a mess and orgasmed without consent. I lifted my mouth off of Mrs. Perkins’ warm and wet center.“I’m close, Mommy” I announced, “May I, please?”“Absolutely NOT” she yelled back. “How close are you?” she added with a small chuckle.“VERY close, PLEASE... PLEASE don't make me cum!” I replied, as if almost. "She felt her mum's eyes on her and looked up to meet her gaze. Their eyes met and Clare grinned, "Who would have thought we could spend such lovely moments together just staring into each other's battered twats!"Helen just laughed. Normally she would have told her not to use bad language, but that was hardly appropriate now. Instead she said, "I'm absolutely fascinated by your shaved pussy. What made you do it?" I used to be hairy like you; a friend was talking about shaving, and so I tried it.