Performing this act, grinding her father’s pole between her breasts, Emma felt a taboo sense of realization at what she was doing to him. It was an ...rreversible act. She pulverized harder, pushing and squeezing her cleavages, a moan escaped her as she arched her back, blessing Dad with a tight rub. She heard him broke a muttering groan and relished the fact that she still had about twenty-three minutes. Despite his confidence, he wasn’t going to last. His cock soared through her jugs high. Will you consider?"I was frankly flabbergasted. But he was serious, and he wasn't going to charge me extra—well, not much extra—for lessons, I was still bored, so I said why not, I'd try it. And for the next three months he put me through absolute hell. He changed the way I breathed, he showed me how to make my voice from my diaphragm instead of my throat, he pushed me through drill after aggravating drill, time and again I'd sing what I thought was beautiful and he'd just say "no," and make me. Tish’s nipples were very swollen and more erect than I could imagine. There was a distinct smell of sex in the air and the sexual tension you couldn’t have cut it at all.“Oh don’t you look sweet in those panties. See Rod he does have a nice size cock not as nice or as thick as yours but it does the trick”Rod and Sam both chuckled a little as Tish continued“Help Sam get the Strapon on”I looked at Sam who started to remove Her Top“i’m sorry Ma’am i was told to help’i walked over and helped Sam. "He was right about the beers," she thought, "he might be right for her too."Waiting for Abby to break the silence, Warren glanced out the kitchen window as a beer-bellied neighbor wearing an undershirt and pajama bottoms came out of his house to sit down in a rocker on his front porch armed with a six-pack and Hustler magazine."Ah love," Warren thought, "it's everywhere." He took another sip of beer.She put a finger to her lower lip and said, "Let's talk about, ummm... kissing." I'm game, he.