My toes curled.“Such a wicked Daddy,” I gasped. “Ooh, playing with your daughter’s asshole.”“Such a dirty, yummy hole, my sweetling,” he...groaned between licks. “But perfect. Just like your mother’s. You are her reborn.”I shuddered at that, wanting to shout out I wasn’t Mother. That he couldn’t do this. But I didn’t. Not when my treasonous pussy craved his cock so much. When my whorish asshole craved the incestuous contact of his tongue rimming me.And he didn’t disappoint. He jammed his tongue. I asked that would she like to have a drink. She said no but got ready to have a beer instead. We went to my room. I had a small peg of vodka and gave her a can of fosters. I knew it gonna cost me 200 bucks but with that hot chik on my bed I was ready to spend 20000. While having beer she started to check my music collection on my laptop. I asked her to be cautious as there is some adult stuff on the laptop which may disturb her. She said its ok as it is common these days. By the time, it. .. an event for learning to love your thrush? Nobody really knew. But mutual masturbation?"Oh em gee, like, totally hell yeah!" cried Sweet Pea."Like, totally!" cried Sweet Pea's entourage.And on Friday, at 6:09 P.M., half of Fairyland was queuing at the Mingle Moor, at the very edge of the brand new Mushroom Marsh. A huge swathe of the moor was filled with mushrooms of all shapes and sizes, highs and lows, widths and thinnesses, colours and textures.And at the gate, on top of the most enormous. "Mark tried to hide his disappointment but Victoria noticed immediately."Oh, darling, I'm sorry," she said. "I spoke too soon. Shall we leave the choice to her?"Mark smiled gratefully at her.Victoria smiled lovingly and understandingly back and then, turning to Frances, said, "Now that we're starting to think about it, there's going to be an awful lot of planning needed, isn't there?" There is and we'll have a lot of fun doing it too." Have you thought of a best man, darling?" asked.