What do you call it, again?’ ‘It’s called Italian tomato pie. Have another slice.’ Jack held out another piece to Liza. It irked him that the ...wo orphanage girls, as he thought of them, went off on their own. But, he realized, he had told everyone they could do what they wished and now he had to deal with the results. He had hoped that it would be an opportunity for them to do something outside the house together. The small cove had a private beach and a small waterfall that brought a quiet. I felt like I was Scarlett from Gone with the Wind and he was Rhett. I would even call him Rhett sometimes.We exchanged phone numbers a while ago and I'm the span of a few months, when I completely forgot he had my number, I got a text message from him.At first it was innocent, mostly just jovial banter about each other's days and what not. Very trivial to be honest, but eventually he hit me with the good, old fashioned dick pic.At first I didn't understand why he sent it in the first place. He. Then Tommy took a photo of Amber and mailed it to his friend Donny."You see, Tommy, you can't be sending naked photos of me to your friends."Tommy said he wasn't, only to Donny. Amber apologized; she assumed Tommy had sent them to other friends too."You didn't say anything, Mom, so you mustn't have minded," Tommy concluded.Amber blushed, "I don't know, maybe not. I think it did my ego some good thinking boys were looking at me. Maybe even jacking themselves off." Mom!" Chloe exclaimed.Amber. “This is so wrong, baby girl. ” daddy whispered in my ear but he didn t stop. I didn t want him to stop. I made it quite clear I was enjoying his lustful touch. I spread my legs open in hopes that he would slip his hand down into my panties. In a few short minutes later I got my wish. Daddy slid his right hand down into my panties. He hesitantly paused before lifting up my undies. I almost orgasmed prematurely as his fingers slid up and down my hairless cunny. I reached back and ran.