I was just friends with people that had an interest in music as a whole. It got to the point where if there was a dispute over a song, I was the go to...guy. People often asked me when a song came out, who sang what, or what were the lyrics to a certain part. Just because I was deep into music, doesn't mean I played instruments, though. I tried and was never good at what people considered the “cool” instruments. So I just listened more and more, open to whatever someone was willing to throw my. During the ass show I came hard shaking the bed. I reached over and grabbed the dildo wihich we call BIG YELLOW. It’s onlt 6 inches but very thick. I teased my nippls with it and down my belly. I lowered to my hot pussy and he told me to bury it deep. I did and with the vibration and thickness of the toy drove me crazy and I instantly came working my hips and squeezing that toy with my pussy walls. I let the toy fall out of me as my body shook in utter joy.I felt him pick up the dildo and. After a few minutes, Louis began to speed up his strokes; he went faster and harder, driving his dick deep inside his daughter. Her pussy, almost constantly spasming around the shaft inside it, felt amazing on his cock. He knew that he wouldn't hold out much longer and knew that he should pull out; but the idea of breeding his daughter was very alluring. She wasn't on the pill and so there was a very real chance he could impregnate her. "Why not", he thought. "She'll be mine forever and I'll. The stinging grew slowly, seeping through my body, my senses. Little by little my only thought became the stinging, so gradually did it build that there was never a point where it began to hurt, it was like watching the sunset on a summer evening, day becoming dusk, dusk becoming night, so slow you only realise it is dark when you decide to walk home and someone shines a torch.A sound distracted me, a low moaning, almost crooning. As it grew louder I realised it was me, the stinging had built.