I mean, he is her father. She is his daughter. Her fantasies had progressively gotten more vile, but she was not sure if she really saw her father in ...that/ way. “Huh,” she thought, tapping her pencil against her chin. “We both need it, and I know I can coerce him into letting me do it.” She looked over at the head maid, Katia, and felt her stomach churning with excitement. Bridgette finished her final equation on her homework, organized her papers, and told Katia to dismiss the maids for the. We can discuss our guest later -- if he's still around. When you come home from school. In the meantime, young lady, a bit of breakfast is in order, I'd say."After Karen left for school, Georgia was at last able to relax with a sigh and a cigarette on the four-seater couch in the living room. Her housecoat full open to reveal her long, milky smooth legs all the way up to the fluffy red curls growing around the soft furrow between her thighs. She could afford this state of abandon now that. We all agreed to continue meeting up once a week for drinks and to share stories and pictures of how things were going but neither of us would have sex with our own wives until the swap ended."Put this condom on, Mark!" Amy yelled at me amidst a series of moans and gasps as our dog brought her to orgasim with her long, pink tongue. "I want you to feel my pussy one last time before my new husband moves in tomorrow and owns me like a real man." I hastily slipped the condom over my throbbing shaft. I had it in my head that I didn’t want to cum quickly, so I tried to stroke her back, to play in her hair, anything to distract myself, so that I wouldn’t explode to hard, but she was very good at what she was doing, and then when she pulled back the foreskin, and started flicking at the head of my cock with the tip of her tongue that was it, I thought I was going to black out. She alternated between doing that, and stroking me with long slow strokes, and it was all to much, I held the back of.