.. Yes, dad," she said, still with her head down and looking at the floor. Too ashamed to look at her dad.The father stood up and walked up to both na...ed girls and then took that little girl in her arms and held her against his body. Laura let go of Sandra's hand and hugged her father. Holding on to him and hoping she would be forgiven for what she had done.Her dad was a really tall guy, he was maybe 1m80 and this made this scene look so strange. It was like Laura was just a little child that. I laid down and she sat over my face. My tongue found her clit and she rode my face as she teased her nipples. My cock was almost at bursting point. "I want to taste your cock," she said as she turned in to the 69 position. She pressed her pussy in to my face as I greedily lapped her juice. She wanked my cock and took it in her mouth, rubbing my swollen balls. Pussy juice had run down the crack of her ass and her ass hole was wet. It looked so inviting I began to lick it. She took my cock. She had a…serious look to her – sort of like a soldier, but not the thousand mile stare. She was about 5’3” and very pretty. Her hair was cut in a… practical way. What was in about her? “Drew, this is Celeste. This is the first time I did her hair. She’d like to talk to you.” “Drew, I’m a police officer. But I’m not here to arrest you.” I swallowed. And sweat. “OK, what can I do for you?” “I’ve been friends with Leah for years. She told me about your…services. She told me because I haven’t. Almost involuntarily, her hips began to undulate slowly as if grinding her pussy against an unseen person. She reached down to her waist, tugging her panties slightly upward in sync with her hip movements, dragging the soft material across the tip of her swollen clit. Miranda felt like she was being obvious, but was well beyond caring. All that mattered was release. "Look at me," Heather said firmly, yet friendly tone. Miranda complied, and her glassy blue eyes met Heather's intense gaze. "Are.