I wished I would grow up to be just like her. My grandma would care for me in those early years, when mom was gone to school or out with one of her bo...friends. I would run around the house most of the day, which allowed me to play with mom's wardrobe. I liked specially liked putting on her underwear and bras, and dreamed of filling it up one day. I was fascinated by mom's breasts since I can remember, I loved crawling on top of her and just feeling them. I kissed them and carressed them often,. I'M BEGGING YOU!......NEBRASKA". The gag doesn't deter your screaming.I roar in triumph. "TELL ME WHO YOUR DADDY IS WHORE!"Shuddering and sobbing, your voice hoarse from screaming, you submit, "You are, Sir. You are my Daddy."Repeatedly I continue shoving my engorged length into you, thrusting with a different rhythm. You moan, afraid this is going to continue hurting, in fact it does to some extent. However, there is a point when it starts to feel different. We feel your pussy tighten. Oh. For me it was okay as it was not much big. It was perfect for fun yet not much painful.He removed my pant and underwear. I am very conscious with my dick size which is seven inches and larger than his. But that hardly mattered as he was the one who has to use dick, not me.So I lay down on my chest and he moved to my butts which people often praise me about. He bit me once or twice while sucking them. (If you haven’t tried it, just try it sometime. It is fun to be licked on the ass and also. He kissed her neck. Did you enjoy Tim fucking you? She looked over her shoulder into his eyes. Thats what you wanted, isnt it. I know you enjoyed fucking his wife and you certainly seemed to enjoy double teaming me with Tim. He laughed. As a matter of fact, it was what I wanted and it was great fucking you while another man was in your ass. She could feel his dick getting ever bigger as he pressed tightly against her from behind. She laughed lightly. I can tell, she said. She leaned over to.