Unzipped them, reached into his tighty whiteys and pulled out his enormous hard cock i grabbed the bottle of baby oil and applied all over his cock, b...lls and crotch.It was amazing! Me dressed like a slut in bed with this massive black man.Holding his huge,, black cock iwith both my hands. Massaging it for his maximum pleasue. It felt so right! Twisting my small sissy hands up an down and all around his well oiled shaft in a very sensual fluid motion gave me such a empowerd rush. I coulld. Her pussy massaged my dick. Marinated it with her incestuous juices. Her twat grew hotter and hotter. The ache built and built at the tip of my shaft, that delightful need to pump my daughter full of spunk.I’d bathe her twat. Spurt after spurt of cum pumping into her. Filling her. It would splash against her cervix. It would baste her in my spunk. I groaned, my finger wiggling around inside of her asshole. I flexed it. Massaged her with it.She wiggled her hip from side to side, stirring her. But Misha had told her she was fantastic, and along with the orgasms she had last night when they had made love, her confidence in herself had started to rebuild, something that was long knocked out of her by her ex. They lay there, both bathing in their own thoughts until Misha asked quietly, ‘Froo, are you on any birth control?’ ‘Yes, I have a coil fitted from when I was married. I never had it removed. Gary didn’t want anymore children.’ Misha nodded slightly, relieved, he’d got carried away. She is full of energy as she springs out of bed and heads to the bathroom to put herself together. She roots around in the luggage as I lie in bed still half dreaming. When she emerges from the bathroom, I gasp at her body, lit from just that certain angle by the bath light. She clearly means business. Short black dress, tight against her lithe body. Her blonde hair pulled tight into a bun. Tall black boots with heals which make my cock ache for another go. "OK sleepy head! Get yourself.