Why aren't you pushing into my hole?" I don't know what the problem is. Your pussy hole is so small that I can't push my way in like I did for Martha....Martha, do you have a suggestion?" Yeah, I think that it is a question of experience. My fuck-hole has been used so much over the last 18 years that I have gotten a lot looser than I was when I started. I noticed that last night with Jesse, but I had forgotten about it. Ann, put you ankles on Jesse's shoulders, and let's see if the change in. Licking the flavour of fine liquor from her lips, she glanced between the men as they continued to talk at her trying to see what Brander was up to. He was probably spying on her like a hawk, enjoying the sport he had brought upon her.Or he was sitting alone with a gorgeous red-head who was leaning into him rather suggestively?Frowning, she adjusted her glasses to be sure of what she was seeing. The view of the woman’s hand on his leg certainly cleared things up.“What the fu…”“So what do you. Why shouldn’t I?” she replied. “Because honey, what a father and a daughter do usually doesn’t include that sort of activity. Rarely does it ever occur,” he said. She looked at him. She grew slightly confused. Then she said “Why can’t it daddy? I mean I know we didn’t have sexual intercourse but daddy I loved doing what we did do. When you uhhh licked and fingered my umm vagina. I mean when you ate me out like you did and when you umm fingered me as well…ohhhhhh God daddy to me that was soooo. He glanced at me, a playful smile on his face, as he kiss my throat, each collar bone, each breast and nipple, before laying kisses down my front and over my stomach with his tongue probing into my belly button. I sighed, my hand lightly touching the side of his head.I raised my head to look down my body as his mouth worked its way down. He must have felt my stomach tense because he raised his, too, just enough to look at me. The playful smile had turned to a devilish one. What was he up to, I.