"daddy", "cunty", "cock". Soon, words were harder to pick out as her young mind fogged over in haze. A powerful urgent feeling was beginning to gro... from deep inside her with every thrust of her father's powerful cock. It was unlike anything she had felt before. It grew and grew until there was nothing else but the feeling. Michael was fucking her cunt with abandon now, mercilessly pummeling it with his whole 9 inches, His daughters moans were incoherent and constant. He was nearing the. Did she want it too? No, well...yes, but notwith him she thought. She continued to kiss and let herself be kissed.His strong arms encircled her and his large hands explored her body. Lustgrew in her. Well...maybe with him she persuaded herself. When Angelslipped a hand between her thighs, she opened them without hesitation.Her breath quickened as he rubbed her, she started to become excited.Amber's own hand traveled down to Angel's hard manhood. She gripped it,stroking him through his. What to wear...” I softly mused, as I began to thumb through the wardrobe. I settled on a sheer chiffon blouse, crème in color, and my brown satin skirt. The skirt was long, and a full-circle in cut. I usually wore a slip with it, but not tonight. Tonight there would be no doubts to Ron about my intentions. I also skipped my usual heeled boots, and went with a pair of four-inch strappy sandals.I decided I was going to throw myself at Ron. So no bra, just the two chest pockets of the blouse. .. What happens next? I am still shaking my head as I didnot believe it either, and I was there... Really.So, I am not going to go on about the dinner, it was the same olddinner date you probably have had. Ha Ha. NOT! But this did moveforward in the some manner, light conversation and with me in a highchair... Well, read the last chapter if you don't believe me.But things moved quickly forward after Marcie came to the table.All eyes literally swung from their dinner choices to the dining.