"He lives on the far side of town, not really near your new house." "Not at all. How long could it take at this time of night." Christine countered wi...h a smile. "It's silly for him to sit around for another hour waiting for a ride." "Fine, its settled then." Sam Fitzgerald said as he reached into his jacket for his wallet so he could pay Scott. "Thanks, Mr. Fitzgerald." Scott said as he took the money, even though he was more interested in watching the two sisters out of the corner of his. Penha shot me a look. Jala couldn't see my face as she was hugging him closely and looking over his shoulder in the other direction. I nodded my head, ever so slightly, to let him know it was okay for him to continue.Jala's moans deepened and rose in volume slightly. Words weren't being spoken, but bodies were communicating everything that was necessary. Her hips and pelvis pumped a little more energetically, yet consistently, and she eventually breathed out her satisfaction in long and. As the door shut my father pulled me to him and placed his mouth to mine. It was an amazing feeling. The most passionate kiss I'd ever had. Our tongues danced together as my father pulled me tight into him while rubbing my bare ass checks under my dress.We broke our kiss as my father hurriedly pulled off his tie and undid his button up shirt. As he was doing that I worked his belt free and slid his pants to his knees. His cock was straining against the fabric of his boxers. I couldn't wait. I. I came as he did, our family moans a chorus to the Gods that bless daughters whose birthright is borne for the pleasuring of their fathers, and in the morning, we met at the breakfast table, each pretending what the other did, never really happened.In the few months I had been there, I had blossomed as my body developed, my breasts, though small, were of sufficient shape and desirably, twin peaks adorned with cup-caked areola, typical for girls my age, hence my reluctance to wear a brassiere,.