Was my mom asking how long we had been fucking, did my dad tell her, did she ask who started it?Which was me, of course. Would my dad open up about be...ng seduced by me, his own daughter? So many questions, so many thoughts running through my head, but one thing which didn't stop going through my head was how much I wanted to be with my dad, the father of my child.I finally came out once the fighting had stopped. I looked towards my dad, who just smiled and said she had gathered up some clothes. With my right hand still massaging your warm, camel-toed pussy, it would trace its fingers over your pussy mound, encouraging it to swallow up more of the deliciously damp leggings...My left hand continues to wander (as it has a habit of doing sometimes!), and is soon edging its way inside your leggings; my fingers resting on your incredibly pert arse cheeks (Your skin is SO soft!). As my right hand continues in its quest to draw your pussy juices out into your leggings, I bite your left. Ally starts to lovely kiss the Log on its sides, and gradually moves tothe tip before taking the head into her mouth.Wow. It is so large that Ally can only take in the head and a few inchesof the wide shaft.Ally is now gently sucking on the head.Even though it is dark, Sara can somewhat see, and is fully aware of whatAlly is doing.But doing it voluntarily and with enthusiasm!"Ally, what in God's name are you doing?"Ally doesn't answer, as she is consumed with her "task" at hand.She is focus on. I watched with delight as Bridget ogled the ice cream in the display case first, then the dozens of things that could be mixed-into it. We both made our choices and I paid. I of course got coffee with mine, as I had said I would. Then we found a table in the back where we could relax and talk.I guess my instincts about Bridget overall were not too far off, because the conversation was surprisingly similar to the one I had imagined when I was fantasizing about meeting with her. We talked about.