”“Well dad, I am who I am, and I really don’t care what anyone but you thinks of me. If the world was the way I think it should be, I’d go nak...d if I felt like it, and no one ought to be able to say anything about it!” I declared.“OK, baby girl. Just call me to bail you out,” Daddy said.“Dad, did you think I was being bad?” I asked.“No honey, but I was surprised how grown up you look. I had to remind myself that you are my daughter, and not some hot rodeo cowgirl,” Daddy explained.“Do you think. . Oh Godhoney," I stifled a sob, "nothing about the night would have interested me. AsKate... I still can't believe it, it was wonderful, and I felt beautiful...sexy... so special. It was magical... I was Cinderella on her way to the ball...I was with the woman I loved, and I felt magnificent." I finally broke downsobbing. For minutes precious in their poignancy, I sat there, tears flowingfreely mourning my loss of the magic. It was Lisa, timidly reaching out andhanding me another tissue that. "Oh yes! oh yes!" groaned Angie "Fuck me! Fuck me! I earned a good fucking!" Yes you did!" agreed Donna as she peeled off her clothes and got as naked as we were.Then Donna perched herself on the side of the chair, before she leant over and began fondling and sucking on Angie's little perky tits, and with me fucking her pussy still, Angie moaned louder, clearly getting more excited by the minute.For a good few minutes I pumped away at my foster sisters little wet pussy, while our foster mother. “Please what?”“Please…do it…do it now.”He smiled and stroked the tiny stub of my clit.“All right. Since you asked so nicely.”He placed the gleaning drill bit against the ragged nub and squeezed the trigger. The bit ground slowly against me. To my amazement, it wasn’t entirely painful. I felt sparks of erotic sensation that were among the most delicious stimulation I had ever experienced.I came with a grunt and shudder. My pussy strained against the stitches as I ejaculated. Once. Twice. Three.