.." replied Lucy thoughtfully, nibbling her lower lip. "We do make-up and stuff. Sometimes we give each other facials." Oh," said Becky with a wicked ...rin, "I'm sure your daddy would love to give you a facial, sweetie." I spluttered into my wine glass, my cheeks colouring. Becky looked at me with an expression of artful innocence."I don't think so," I managed to croak, trying to banish the image of Lucy's pretty face streaked with splashes of her daddy's incestuous seed. "I wouldn't know where. She wriggled like a puppy, and ran her hand down my shirtfront, and back up, beneath my sweatshirt, and against my skin. The coolness of her hand made me gasp, and she giggled."Poor boy, I guess I'll have to warm you up!", as she batted her brown eyes at me in the lantern light. Matching deeds to words, she reversed course, and slid her cool hand beneath my sweatpants, and traced the outline of my hardening tool. "Oohh! Somebody is happy to see me!", she whispered, "I guess I'll just have to. Fearful creatures moved restlessly - a bump in the silver mooned night.Marie was always at home there and several of her hand maidens were also deep Bayou girls.She knew the clan codes insured their virginity and the girls were always eager to serve the legendary Voodoo Queen.In the Bayou, she was known as "The Oracle of the Bayou"Her predictions were usually accurate.Her divinations were wondrous indeed.Babies were born, women were wed and widowed, and wed again, feuds were settled and revenge. "I could use my dog, Meat, to help me."She shook her head and dismissed the white-hatted good guy and spread her legs so the dog could get at her pussy. His long, raspy tongue snaked out and contacted her pussy, but the lips were still mostly closed, so she didn't really get the best feeling she could."Here, let me help you," Jan said, reaching down and opening the lips of her pussy as widely as she could. As soon as the juicy, pink flesh was exposed, Meat shot his tongue out a second time, and.