You better hurry up little missy only 45 minutes until game time she said.Did I hear her right? Did she just call me little missy? I get to the room a...d quickly get dressed and go back to the kitchen ready to go.Jennifer I just wanted toJust get in the car she interrupted. We will talk on the way. The tone in her voice and the look on Franks face told me she wasn’t very happy so I headed straight for the car.Jenifer got in the car and we were off.Please don’t tell my grandma please, please,. She hoped she wasn't frustrating him. Whenever they screwed around now he practically always came, so she knew he didn't have "blue balls" or whatever. He kept wanting to finger her or eat her out, but she was scared she would smell or he would be grossed out. She'd let him rub her between her legs over her clothes; God, it felt good.Ryan was getting frustrated sexually, mainly because he felt everyone else was doing it. He knew Jen wanted to take things slow, but his friends were on him all. I moaned and swallowed, my hips shaking as the pleasure built in my pussy.“Such a hot cunt, Sir. Ooh, I love the way she’s shaking her hips.”“Such a bad Mommy. Licking our daughter’s cunt. You’re such a slut, June.”“I am, Sir.”Her tongue rammed into my pussy, fucking deep into me. I gasped and bucked, wanting to slide my mouth up Daddy’s cock. But his grip was strong, holding my head down. Pain flared in my scalp. I stopped squirming, relaxing, taking more and more of Daddy’s cock while rapture. ” She knew I didn’t mean it. I walked to the kitchen counter and hopped up on it and sat on the kitchen counter swinging my legs. “Honestly, one would think you were raised by trailer trash. I don’t know why I wasted all my money on those cotillions and etiquette classes when you insist on being so common.”I grabbed the cookie jar and pulled out a chocolate chip cookie. I wrinkled my nose because it was store-bought. We had not had home-baked cookies in the house since my grandmother died.