Vivian lifted her one good arm toward his and stood on her tiptoes. He was just out of reach.“I can’t reach you!” Vincent said. After a few seco...ds more of trying, he retreated his outstretched arm. “I’ll go get dad, he can get you out!”“Wait, no!” Vivian cried out, but it was too late. Vincent’s head had already disappeared. She didn’t want to be alone. It was dark, and there was an awful smell. It smelled like old dirt, wet leaves, weeds, and something else. Something worse. A cold, black. Oakland? Wasn't Oakland north of San Francisco? I mean we'd driven through it coming down from Mendocino. Why was I going north when I wanted to go east?I decided that I didn't want to live in San Francisco.I turned off the interstate at the next exit and turned into a gas station. While I was filling the tank I checked the directions. Mikee had gotten everything right. Now I was supposed to stay on 580 for sixty miles. I folded the directions and handed them back to Mikee."Hey, check it out,". It may also be surprising that her shame was not precisely due to the fact that the seven-inch prick working its way into her tight, hairless pussy belonged to her father. She had seen enough "after school specials" and had had been provided with sufficient health-class warnings to know that the molestation was not her fault, and any guilt associated with the incestuous aspect of this experience rested squarely on her Dad.Certainly, several months ago, when her breasts had started to sprout and. The moans quickly turning to gasps and words of encouragement.“OH FUCK YES! THAT’S IT YOU NASTY FUCKING WHORE! EAT ME BABY! EAT MY FUCKING CUNT!” the camera work was spotty at this point as Kayla was grinding herself against Torrie’s mouth. “You want this big thing inside you?” Torrie was now teasing her friends swollen clit with the head of her fake cock.“I want it! I want it so fucking bad!”“MMMM pretend it’s my daddy. Think about his hard cock going up inside you.” I heard my daughter taunt.