I sent Richard a text to say when I was coming to London, and the dear man came to pick me up at Heathrow Airport when I arrived. His house is gorgeou... – in a pretty quiet mews right in the heart of the West End. Whilst I unpacked in the room he had given me, he went and made us coffee, and whilst we sat and chatted, I gave him an envelope with the rent for the first month which I had saved up. He tried to refuse, saying it could wait until I had earned some money, but I insisted we keep this. . Will's speed increased.He pulled up outside his house and burst in the front door. "Vikki! Are you home?", he heard how urgent his voice was, but he didn't want to walk into his daughter in his current condition, he knew he would not be able to resist her. He did not understand where this awakening of sexual desires had come from, but he could not put it back in the box in his mind.He got no reply, but heard a door slam upstairs. Someone was in and it had to be Yvette! Trying to stop his. His very touch, look, and smile were making my cunt flow. My fuckers were amazed at my cunt’s wetness; it was always ready for fucking.Next day, after breakfast-fucking, two friends left, leaving dad, me and one friend Ashok.Though we didn’t sleep, dad and I wanted to fuck more. Ashok was exhausted and fell asleep.Dad was fucking me hard and I laced my ankles behind his back and was pulling him hard so that his cock went full and our crotches were making loud, clapping sounds. When I am horny,. The feeling was so unreal as he felt the moist heat through his underwear. The sensations the pressure of her soft lips were creating on his cock head were teasing him to a point of extreme pleasure. He couldn’t believe how something so small could create such pleasure.“Ok honey, let’s get these jeans off.” She said softly.She pushed him backwards until he was sitting on her bed. While on her knees, she removed his shoes, socks and pulled off his blue jeans. She stood up, pulling him up with.