The moral, proper me wanted her to drop her skirt and stop tempting me. This is your grand-daughter! And only sixteen years young. What are you? Some ...ind of pervert? The animal in me urged me to continue. It would be fun! She wants it! You haven’t been with a woman in over a year! But she’s not a woman! She’s a girl! And she’s a virgin! But her pussy is inches from my face. And doesn’t it smell divine? Don’t you want to feel her juices on your tongue? Taste her? Show her how a real man treats. "It won't for long," the Prime returned as they continued toward Fred's suite. Fred and Jeff followed Brenda, Arlene and Diana in, while the others went on toward the living room.Angel moved out of the chair to sit on the couch. "I really didn't need that," she told Arlene, "but I'm flattered, anyway." Dad has something he needs to talk to you about," Arlene told Angel.Brenda knelt in front of Angel. "Hon, please do as Jeff asks. If you do, I promise you will be much, much better in a little. As she was standing in her bra and panties, well we could not call them panties as they were more looking like underwear and nothing fancy. She was hugging on to the last pieces of her clothing as if not wanting to let go."Off with them girl. By the way, what is your name?" It was the senior girl again."Nah, doesn't matter. You will be skinny for us for now. Let's us see the rest of it too." After saying this to 'skinny', the senior girl signaled the other senior girls.The other senior girls. I adore the inner turmoil she is experiencing and I can feel my own body getting excited by it. I want this whore, I need to fuck her, to own her completely, but I have one more task to perform before she has that honour. My fingers are wet with her juices and she begins to squirm against my touch, she is so close, I can sense it. Her breath hard against the gag, stifling the tiny moans of pleasure, throaty, sexy little sounds of a sub slut’s arousal. My face only inches from hers, eyes locked.