"Tell me how you feel, my child." Hanh? Annh? Father? Ohhh Father? It? It isn't? My ... my cunt is? Ohhh Father? My cunt is so hot? I? I? I want more?...Something else?" That's it, Ann. You are right to say 'cunt" when you feel like this. But we'll have to try something more if you still feel that way. Get on the floor, my child. I know it will be cold and hard but that may help, too." Then he eased her tall, shapely body to the floor. Lying on her back, naked, her body, except for the scanty. Do it, honey.”I moved my cock to my daughter’s pussy. I rubbed it on her flesh. It was an awkward angle. So I grabbed one of Tiffany’s many pillows—don’t ask me why she had more than one—and shoved it beneath her stomach, raising her ass and cunt. I smiled as I rubbed my cock against her pussy again, coating it with her juices.My wife moaned in my ear. I glanced at the teddy bear sitting on the shelf and smiled for my wife. She was watching me over the internet. This was so hot. I had an. ”The coffee discussion seemed to be over, so Morales motioned toward the outside with his cup. “We debated leaving the last load until tomorrow, but I thought we could beat the storm, and ... we almost did,” he said with a grimace, all the while wondering when Jasmine was going to say something about Ashley and Christine. Again, he tried to catch Jasmine’s eye, but she avoided his gaze.“Just as well,” Jasmine went on as if having the girls there was an everyday occurrence. “We managed to get it. Scrub my back and I’ll scrub yours and anything else that needs cleaning up.Romero replied, “Deal. Start scrubbing sweetie.”When finished they dried off and Joyce asked if he was hungry and what he wanted for breakfast. Romeo said, “Just some dry cereal, toast, juice, coffee and your pussy. And in that order.”“Well all right then. I’m heading for the kitchen. Guess there is no sense of dressing since you will want me for an after breakfast snack. Never been and after breakfast snack before, but.