She couldn't wait for the next slap, she wanted it, and she wanted it bad. She didn't have to wait long. Slap, slap slap, three more times her father ...it her. What happened next surprised even Kathryn? It was like her body had a will of its own, she couldn't control it. She felt her pussy pushing down into her father's lap. With every slap, it would push down and move in small circles; pressing into her father's lap.She heard words being spoken and realized they were coming from her mouth. She. . like... slippery, too?" That's another sign, my child. It is God's way of preparing us. You know how you put oil on something when you want to slip it into a small opening? Well, this is God's oil. He's making us both slippery so we can join together. He's guiding us, my child. I think he's telling us how we should protect you from Mr. Crisp and your lewd thoughts." OH FATHER? Father? Oh, sir? You mean He wants us to? Like? To do what they done last night? You mean He's makin' me slippery so. “Let me hear you babe,” James directed her. When his cock was fully inside her, James didn’t bother to dawdle. He immediately pulled back and began hammering away at her pussy. A grunt or moan accompanied every thrust into her tight pussy, each louder than the one before. As Paul watched his brother JoJo, Paul couldn’t help but feel jealous and territorial. He didn’t want anyone fucking her, let alone right after he’d finished. It also didn’t help that James seemed to be getting a better. But inside, he plotted his revenge. He was going to have to find someway to make that no-talent "fashion critic" eat her words. If Daviddid get nominated again the next year, (and the buzz about"Condensation" was good enough that it just might happen) Claude wasgoing to have to design his best creation ever, one that would knockJane Waters' support hose off!***David didn't win. The prize for adapted screenplay went to a couplewho'd turned a news article about flooding in the Heartland into.