But there’s something different about Abby. When Mat is with her, he wants to please and be pleased by her so much, he’s afraid of the depths his ...magination sinks to. He thinks some dirty fucking thoughts about his daughter.They’re both sexually attracted to each other, and Mat knows it’s wrong, but every time she wants his help he can’t say no. And she wants it a lot. She’s a horny little teenager, and it turns him on too damn much. He’s afraid of how far he’ll want to take it, afraid of. "Special"? she enquires, " like what"?He pauses and thinks for a moment, "how about that short black skirt, holdups, heels, that sheer cream blouse, with a black bra, oh and bring a cardigan, it may get cold"Listening to the soft breath down the phone, she pauses and slowly and seductively runs her fingers over her moist pussy, caressing her clit ever so softly. "What about panties" she says softly, playfully biting her bottom lip, then pausing to enjoy the wetness of her fingers as they. Occasionally she would dart her tongue into Sidney’s pussy, which by now was sopping wet, and wiggle her tongue around, but she focused most of her attention on stimulating Sidney’s clit. Sidney came hard, and lifted her torso off of the couch. The woman popped her head up and pinched Sidney’s nipples as hard as she could and held them throughout Sidney’s orgasm. When Sidney stopped shaking, the woman released her nipples and Sidney felt blood rush back into them, giving them a warm feeling, as. “So, how do you feel?” she asked after a pause, the tee-shirt wedged between her thighs.As she bent in to unbuckle the straps on her shoes, hair falling over her face, I looked at my step-mother, conflicting sensations rising within.“I … I dunno,” I stammered.With a sigh, my step-mother kicked the shoes free. Then she stood up to throw back the quilt. “Come on,” she said, climbing aboard the bed. “Get under here with me. Give us a cuddle. We’ll talk.”I hesitated, unsure, suddenly shy.“Callum,”.