It was deeper and now had a rhythm to it. She gasped as his fingers reached between the slender legs. Palm in, the hand cupped the thatch of hairs, ru...bing along the entire length of the outer vaginal passage.Her body rose to meet the hand's motion, lunging after it when contact was broken. A finger thrust into the cavity, finding moist excited flesh to explore.The muscles in her vagina twitched tightly around that finger. A wave like movement began at her waist, her pelvis rolling with. Does your cock always get stiff when you think about your daughter's cunt?" Jessica!" Albert gasped. That seemed to be all he could say. His stiff erection twitched noticeably now, so that Jessica could see every pulsation of her dad's hard prick."Dad, I think you're going to squirt a load of cum in your pants if you're not careful," Jessica teased. "Honestly, your big cock is throbbing so hard. Why don't you come over here and take a better look at my pussy, if it turns you on so much."Albert. I like that. Pencil skirts, elegant dresses, blouses. But when she’s on vacation she is so much more free in terms of what she wears. I watched her pulling on denim shorts just barely covering her cheeks. And on top, she went with a white shirt with a palm print. Cliche? A bit, but it works - it’s a wonderful design. And I guessed right, noticing she decided to leave the bra in the drawer.“You ready, Marcus?” she turned to me. I kind of was-you know how guys are, they just wear some trousers. ”“And what was that?” my mother said, with hesitation and relief in her voice.“That we try to include a few of our cousins, boys specifically, in the Love Family Singers. To make a fuller, more complete sound.”“Can we discuss this in the morning, Michael? It’s late and time for bed, OK?” my mother Sarah said.“Goodnight,” I said.“We are both very proud of you, Michael, in the way you spoke to Tyrone,” my father John added.Without turning towards them, I said, “Thank you!” and headed to my.