“On your knees, slut”, I said to my own daughter. My mind wrestled again with the moral implications of what was happening. Did I really want to...have my own daughter as a sex-slave, a mere toy to be used and put away until it was time to use her again? But as Marci fell quietly to her knees, and her sobbing abated, my mind was made up. “Pull out daddy’s cock, you fucking whore”, I commanded.Her hands were slow, but she still her nimble fingers pulled down my zipper and unfastened the. Angelica went to get on the treadmill and, as she did, she pulled off her top revealing that she was going to run with her leggings and sports bra she had on. I was stunned and definitely did not see this coming, but I was totally turned on! She acted as though this was just nothing, simply removing it to run, but it seemed like so much more to me as now I got such a great view of her breasts which I’ve always fantasized about in so many ways. As she stepped on the treadmill, there was no. We were really humping hot and hard now, the bed creaking underneath us. It was then I had the thought that I needed one thing, and one thing only at that very moment--Randy's thick hard cock in my mouth. He must have had that same thought, because he gotoff of me and laid down with his mouth right next to my cock.Each lying on our sides, we were on the bed in classic 69 position, each of us with ahard, gorgeous cock just in front of our lips. I let my tongue lick his cock head,tasted the. Me andar hi andar khus ho gaya ki chalo jis karan se aaya tha uski pehal ho chuki thi. Mene sarita ko kuch nahi kaha aur aur gaadi ko side pe lagakar.. Sidhe sarita ko kiss kiya … Phir kya tha sarita ne bhi saath diya aur mera sahas bad gaya phir hum ek dusre ko kiss karte rahe aur ek dusri ki jib ko chatthe rahe… Kariban dus minute tak hum ek dusre ko kiss kathe rahe .. Phir sarita ne kaha chalo baki vishakapatnam me… Humne raat rukne ka bhi program kar liya.. Aur sarita bhi tyaar ho gayi...