She ran her mouth back and forth on my growing shaft, and my cock blew up into a full-on XXX her hands to tickle my balls, Roos-anne's lips were slidi...g back and forth on my hard cock, her eyes looking up into my own.I massaged the shampoo into her hair, kneading and tugging on her hair as I worked the shampoo in. My mind was awash with lust as she ran her mouth along my cock, my hands tangled up in her hair. I began to fuck my daughter's mouth, my hips moving back and forth, and my hands. She seemed genuinely happy even when she said. “As long as it’s not in a box, I can wait.”Next I called Mica to tell her I didn’t think I would need her after all. Without telling them anything, I had released my prison guards. I also promised Mica dinner for her sacrifice to keep her evening open. “It’s not like I have men lined up,” she replied.“Yeah, I know that feeling,” I said. Maybe I can rent a restaurant and have your family and mine for dinner at the time. You know all of us at. And finger-fucked me while he squeezed and rubbed my right nipple. My hips were bucking like crazy & I was struggling (successfully) to keep quiet. Having someone walk in would have been awkward at best.When he finished with my "legs," he covered me up, then moved up near my head so he could massage the front of my arms and shoulders and work on my neck. Somehow this also became a full chest and nipple massage. He had me dripping wet again not long after. He stood up near my shoulder so he. Penelope smirked.The night was going just as I hoped it would. The steaks finally came; and the wine, red Pinot, was first rate. Oh yes, this was going to be good—or, if I blew it, the worst night of my life. But I was betting on a positive turn of events.We’d eaten and laughed and had a good time and drank a couple of glasses of vino; but now was the moment of truth. This had to go right or I would kill myself!“Cherry, I’ve known you, for what, maybe two hours now. And you’ve known Pen, in.