She eased closer to her father and took his semi-hard penis into the warmth of her young mouth, and savored the taste of it, knowing that it was coate... with the dried residue of his semen and her vaginal excretions. Her tongue lovingly fondled her father's penis. His penis rose to full erection, and he stirred, moving an arm and rolling onto his back."Hunh? Wut? Susie? Is wut you um hunh?"He raised his head and looked down to see three inches of his sexually aroused dick disappear into his. I don't want to hurt you." Oh, wow," she said, apparently unfazed, "are you robbing the place?"I was surprised by her reaction. "Err, well, yes, I mean, look aren't you supposed to be frightened by this?" I waved the gun at her.She grinned back. "Don't be silly. I know about guns. I can see you've still got the safety on." Shit!" I said, nonplussed. I looked down briefly at the gun but jerked my head up again, half expecting her to try to jump me across the desk. I looked back at her. She was. When I was lying in bed rubbing my clit, the imaginary baseball bat had no resistance; it just slid right up inside my back. But when it was really done to me, some parts of the broom handle had more KY and other parts had almost none, and so had different friction along the length of the wood when my anal muscles squeezed against it. This caused the high friction places to pull my ass hole into my body a little bit, and then release it to fold back out after the friction part of the broom. I typed to Webster. Query: Estimated number of hostiles at Village B?He surprised me. A cartoonish, three-dimensional avatar of a white man with white hair wearing highly polished plate armor appeared in a pop up window.“Two damaged ships with an estimated one hundred combatants have beached at Village B,” the avatar announced in my earbuds.“Webster, what is with the avatar?” I typed.“I have adapted to my new role, Medieval Times Advisor,” he answered in a confident tone. “I am more than a.