My shirt hangs down to a little above her knees and when buttoned up, makes a loose but fairly respectable looking dress on her. This morning it wasn�...�t buttoned up so it hung loosely and left a thin gap open in the middle. The thin strip of skin I could see showed that she was wearing nothing under it but a pair of fluorescent pink undies.Bon’s hair needed brushing and she looked tired and cross.“Nobody woke me up,” she grumped. “I missed gymnastics.”I flashed a guilty look sideways at my. In any case, both girls were now thoroughly conditioned under Track A, and had adapted quite well to serving as pleasure-objects to their shamefully narcissistic father. Once they each had transformed into his willing and even eager sexual partner, Mr. Nordquist had revealed to them their common situation, purpose, and usage, and now he often sought his fatherly gratification with the two girls in concert. If Dr. Cohen understood correctly, it was Mr. Nordquist's intention to personally breed. Their mouths locked and their tongues explored, the spit in their mouths drenching their faces. Missy pulled away from her sister. Panting, her blue eyes glowing, she leered at Tammy's lush body sprawled out on the bed. "I'm tired of kissing. I wanna do more." Tammy caught her breath. "If you had a cock, you could break my cherry." Missy brought her mouth to her sister's plump ripe tits. She flashed her tongue over one swollen nipple. "I don't have a prick, so my mouthwill have to do.". Sorry, i cant let this stuff in my normal live." Fuck. This was going to go nowhere. And then she messaged me twice again. "I once let a pair of panties visible in the bathroom. i mastrubated in in,so the croth was very wet. Maybe the somebody saw the dirty piece. That was the most i showed my horniness to them"She's volunteering information and I could practically feel the desperation in her words. Closeted dirty things are the best dirty things to break out of their shells. She's a writer.