“Bret, please,” she moaned.My fingers gently spread her lips exposing her pink pussy. It was dripping from anticipation. My cock stirred in my je...ns. It pressed very tightly against the denim. I didn’t want to think about me right now. I wanted. No, I needed to please Katelynn.“Bret, please. I need you,“ she begged once more. My tongue darted out. My hands pushed her legs apart as I slowly licked her sweet juices. Katelynn bucked her hips wanting me in her. Katelynn pulled me up to her. . "Oh daddy," she whispered. "You make me feel so wonderful." I licked her nipple and moved to the other one, rubbing my thumb lightly over the wet one I'd left behind, and Erica moaned again, a bit louder. Her body was trembling, and I instinctively knew it wasn't from fear. She had invited me to do this with her. She had dragged me in here, taken off her shirt, and was offering herself to me. If I'd had any bit of guilty feelings left, doing this banished them.My hands shook as I. "Tell that pimp of yours you been arrested for soliciting and you need bail of ten thousand ."She stared wide eyed and did as she was told, the reply came through the speaker "Well fuck you you stupid bitch you're on your own." was one of the friendlier things he said and then I drove off to Harrogate.She got more and more agitated, and then as we drove into the cul de sac where her parents used to live she broke down and sobbed. They used to live at Rhoedean, and as I crunched the gravel under. “There’s a stack of blueberry pancakes on the stove, Becky. I cooked enough to feed an army so, feel free to help yourself,” Mom says.“Oh…so you got up early this morning and cooked Logan’s all-time favorite breakfast,” Becky sneers! It is fairly obvious she is a bit angry when she snorts, “What’s the special occasion?”Logan and Mom look at each other in surprise and then at Becky. Mom is blushing a crimson red and meekly answers, “No special occasion, Dear. I just thought it would be nice.