”We sat quietly and listened and sipped our drinks for another eight or ten songs. Brody tapped me on the shoulder and held up my song list. That wa... his way of asking what song I wanted to do. I stood and leaned over to him and named the song. He looked at me and then at her and smiled. I went to the mic. ‘She’ went to the center front of the stage again.“By request,” I said as the music started.I broke into the opening line of “Have A Little Faith In Me”. When I was done, I walked off the. I rubbed his cock through my blonde bush to my dripping cunt. We both shuddered as I slid his tip up and down my vulva, brushing my clit, caressing my labia.“You don’t have to, sweetling,” he groaned. “You’re my queen. I love you.”I hate you.“Yes,” I moaned, sliding my pussy down his dick.Incestuous pleasure rippled through me as I took more and more of his shaft into my snatch. My back arched, my small breasts thrusting before me. Father’s hands cupped them, squeezing my breasts, his thumbs. After some minutes she stopped moaning in pain and started maoning in lust again. I immediately felt better and just now I realized that it was feeling even more awesome to fuck her in the ass than to ram her pussy deeply. I leant forward and whispered in her ear: " I can't last any longer, babe.". She nodded and we kept going. Thirty seconds later I filled her asshole with my hot and juicy cum. Due to this moment being so intense, I just fell on her after I shot all my cum in her ass. I didn't. This went on for a good minute or two, Meg alternating between my shaft and my nuts. Suddenly, she stopped, pulling her shirt over her head.Seeing my puzzled look she said, "Don't want cum stains on my shirt. Mom will want to know where they came from!"As suddenly as she stopped, she started again. gobbling me up. All of me! My pubic hair tickled her nose.It was too much. It had been too long since the first attic fuck and I was more than ready.Firmly holding her head in my hands, I growled,.