Touch it.”I reach tentatively towards him and let my fingers travel along his skin. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but I am surprised at the s...lkiness of it. I wrap my fingers around his shaft a little uncertainly. It feels warm and heavy in my hand. I slide my hand up and back down. My best friend shivers. I take a firmer grip and make the same motion again and he lets out an uneven throaty breath. I smile. I continue to stroke him. I like the feel of his cock in my hand.“Your cock is. “I want that! Please, please, knock me up like you knocked Mommy and Grandma and Great-Grandma Rachel up.” All the shyness I’d felt, the fear, was gone. I was ready. “I want your baby, Daddy. I want a piece of you, too.”Daddy squeezed my rump. “Vanessa, I would be honored. I love you.”I turned around to face him, my small breasts quivering. We knelt there, his cock throbbing before him. His chest was still muscular despite his age. He had such a strength about him. He was handsome even with. Aur din bhar ghoomne ke baad jab raat hui..to main soch chuka tha..ke aaj main jaan ke rahunga aakhir raat ko mere sath kya hota hai.dinner kiya aur jab doodh pine ki bari aayi to maine use phenk diya aur peena ka bahana karke warden ko convince kar liya. Mujhe lag gaya tha ke wo doodh .juice mein mujhe sleeping pills pilata tha taaki main gehri neend mein rahun aur use kse kuch karne ka mauka mile..kya wo mere sath krta hai,yehi aaj mujhe dekhna janna tha. Main warden ke room mein sirf boxer. "Mabel, can I please have a turd to eat," I said. "You sure can, honey, put your lips around my asshole and I'll push outa hot one," said Mabel. I felt her strain and a soft turd eased past her sphincter and into my mouth.I had to use every ounce of self-control to keep my gorge down. Ignoring thesmell, the awful taste and the sheer thought of what I was doing, I chewedand swallowed. I justified what I did by declaring that gambling had broughtme to the point of accepting another woman's shit.