Her eyes were dark brown and her light brown short dyedhair that came to her shoulders was made up into a French bun while her skin was carmel brown. ...er personality waskind of dull; it appeared as if she had no fun in half her life. Her name wasAlice Liddell who was from the same place Lewis was. He turned around when she tapped him on the shoulder, “wherewere you, I was trying to find you all day”, she said pissed off. He tried tocalm her down, “I was at the café sweets, but was trying to. "Who are you and what do you want?"His initial thought was that the girls were collecting for one of the many worthwhile charities that filled the welfare gap no longer bridged by taxation. Although Psychlone paid taxes, the only benefit he was aware of getting was military defence against the potential threat from the neighbouring Republics of Scotland and Wales."We're insurance collectors," said the older girl with a curiously mocking smile."Insurance collectors?" asked Psychlone. She milked me. Her cunt hungered for my seed. My balls tightened. My muscles tensed, my back arching. Then it happened.That wonderful moment of eruption.I came in my daughter's cunt.My jizz fired into her depths. I pumped my seed over and over into my daughter's cunt. She gasped and moaned as I grunted. The rapture slammed into my mind. It sent me reeling. I groaned, holding her tight as the pleasure burned through my mind.It was so hot to breed my daughter with my new wife's eager. . but you have to pay for the ticket to see it, if you wish to be invited over." "Well, yes, how much will it be? I asked. "You'll get a special price on it. You only have to get off from up there and do it again here. I mean, what you did before, and jerk off for me. It's something I'd wish to see." She smiled wickedly while moving her hand back to her cunt. "Wanna see this again?" She asked me. Then she began to stroke her clit, sliding her fingers in and out of her wet.