The way she looked at him. The noises she made when she came. Suddenly, unexpectedly he was filled with an angry, unreasonable possessiveness. He coul...n’t bear the thought of anyone else seeing her look at them like that, hearing those noises. He scowled. He wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to let her go. She watched him as he seemed to be having some sort of internal struggle. She noticed his breathing was starting to return to normal, and finally after what felt like half a lifetime he. ‘Am I painting a good picture for you?’ Elly asked with a cute giggle. ‘Like a Mona Lisa.’ ‘Good,’ she added smugly, taking her chair. ‘That’s nice.’ ‘If I didn’t know better, I’d say someone planted nails on the road so I’d get a flat and meet you, all to get me to buy the Martin Farm.’ ‘Oh, really? Would that work?’ Elly prodded jokingly. ‘Maybe,’ I replied and chuckled too. ‘Mmm. You’re doing a great job stroking the ego of a woman who hasn’t had male company in many years. You trying to. Sammie purred louder, and squirmed her hips faster. Then she grabbed daddy’s hand, pressed his finger deeper inside her, and moaned.“Oh daddy! It feels so good!”“Your little pussy is so tight, and hot, and wet, Samantha, sweetie. It’s so exciting for daddy to touch you like this.”“Do you like the way it feels when daddy finger fucks you, Samantha?” Mom askedJust then Sammie had her first orgasm on daddy’s finger. It was a little one compared to the huge ones mommy had; but compared to what we. Nightmares about when he rubbed my spit and his cum all over my face. When I had to lick his hairy balls. And just the thought that he's got it all on camera, made me sick to my stomach. I was praying, hoping that that's all he wanted me to do, that maybe I would just have to buy him shit if he asked or something. I didn't see him for a week, I gave up going to the frat meet ups, I didn't want to be a part of it any more. I was trying to cheer up by playing some games when I heard a knock at.