Tearing the lid of the tub, she scraped out a fingerful of ice cream and placed it between her breasts. “I fancy some ice cream. How about you?” ...efore he could regain his composure and utter his usual smart response, Amelie held his head in her hands and pulled his face towards her pert breasts. His mouth still open, Keith sucked the ice cream from her cleavage, evoking a hum of pleasure from Amelie. As he closed his eyes and savoured the taste of ice cream and Amelie’s body, she straddled. Perhaps I am exaggerating, or perhaps not. I do not know how these images still remain in my memory, for I am a very weak drunk, and it was a wonder I hadn't passed out on the floor already. In fact, I did collapse on the floor - but before I did, as even Poornima confirmed the fact, I must have clutched at my daughter. My hands missed her shoulders, but not the swell of her breast. Poornima told me the next day that I fell on the carpet, my face buried in the bra that I had torn off her. John glanced puzzled for a second at why his father was home in the middle of the day and why they were drinking coffee at that time. He got his answer when he got to his room."Huh?" John said as his books slipped from under his arm and dropped onto a pink fuzzy rug.He looked at the floral wallpaper and the canopied bed covered in Barbie bed sheets. His movie posters were replaced with pictures from Playgirl and cute male rock stars. His original G. I. Joe and Star Wars action figure. . fuck me… fuck me Rick… oh please… keep fucking me. I moaned out like a bitch in heat. I was burning up and could not believe I was begging Rick to fuck me. He suddenly pulled his cock out of me, but before I could say anything, he spun me around and picked me up by my ass and lowered me onto his cock. I was impaled, my feet not touching the floor. I threw my head back and cried out as he began lifting me and dropping me onto his hard cock. It was nudging at my cervix and making me insane..