It was a bit strange for her to have it at the center of a fantasy. For her it was more like a side effect of sex, an inevitable consequence that mark...d the end of lovemaking, not a central part around which lovemaking revolved. Or maybe it was the fact that she wasn’t sure what her role was in all of this. Was he simply looking to masturbate through her, with her? Was she necessary in this fantasy? Could she play the part and still be herself? Was this masturbation or lovemaking? Nevertheless,. The hand of my daughter snaked under my coat and clasped my rising animal instinct. She swallowed it with her fingers, caressing up and down and along as my panicking mind released itself in barks and growls.?You like that, don’t you Olly? Yes you do, yes you do! And you know what I like don’t you??She slipped her free hand down inside her skirt. Her slight hand was now trailing expressively along her leg, frictioning against the soft fur in the last nape of her legs. Her free hand continued to. She moaned loudly and with much enthusiasm as his hand groped and pinched the other one. It wasn’t too long till he moved on and removed her pants in a flash, revealing her Batman themed panties. Smiling at the site, he opted to not take them off, but pull them to the side revealing the bare pussy underneath that was dripping wet. She knew what was coming and she couldn’t help the big smile that spread across her face. Mike hadn’t ate her pussy, ever and she was elated to finally feel a tongue. He was wanking himself, every horny girls dream, a flasher wanting to show a female his wares.I stopped jogging and looked around, we were alone, so I looked back to him and walked up to him, staring at his bobbing cock as he jerked hard trying to cum in my presence.'Hey sweet babes, you like what you see?' I stopped in front of him and smiled, again with a quick left right look to make sure we were alone, 'Nice cock, how big are you?'He like that, a girl keen to indulge his hot passion, two.