Sandra had buttered her toast, and took a generous dollopof raspberry jam on a spoon, and turned to Alan. She pointed beyond himto the window, and com...ented that it was a housework day as it wasraining. Alan had his toast raised to his lips, but looked anyway out thewindow, and Sandra aimed and flicked her entire spoonful of raspberry jamsmack onto the middle of Alans shirt. Alan felt something hit him, andlooked down and was aghast to see the large blob of red jam sliding downhis clean white. .. Well read on and all will be explained.Sabrina, before you ask her last name is not Spellman, has a sense forthe adventurous, the weird and the wacky. So this year we decided todress as an angel and a devil. Something I was looking forward too.Because Sabrina looks like an angel. Little did I know she was going toput her own slight twist to the costumes we were due to wear.Like a certain television witch Sabrina lived with her aunts, Beth andMary, it was pure coincidence I assure you, and. Please feel me. I want to know what it’s like for my own flesh and blood to touch me. I want to know I please you.”“Seeing you like this is pleasing enough, Molls.”“Not enough for me, daddy. I want you to run your hands across my naked body. I want to give myself to you. Come on daddy, let me feel your touch.”I had too. I could not avoid it any longer. I stood up and walked from behind my desk and to where my daughter was standing. I stood in front of her, my tall body making her short one look. Holy shit, thepleasure zones of Mockie/Robin's body once more reached super-nova stageand even though she was still busy cleaning Puddin's cock of her juicesand his salty thick pungent cum, Mockie/Robin could not stop themselvesfrom grinding their combined pussy firmly against the open mouth of herbig sister. Her ripe ass mound shaking with extreme pleasure, as bothher pussy and her butt cheeks let loose with farts and the farts fromher pussy, caused her glands to excrete more of her sweet.