He would often pinch her on her now very small buttocks and make comments, both sexual and otherwise, to compliment her looks and demeanor. One night ...hey had strolled though a deserted part of a nearby park. Randy had backed her against a tree and begun unbuttoning her blouse and unbuckling her skirt."You're my little girl, aren't you?" he whispered as he slid her panties down and off."Yes, Daddy, your little girl." Want Daddy to screw you?" Yes, Daddy. You know I do." Then you have to beg for. However, that wonderful feeling started to build once more down there. I could feel her tongue lapping at my pussy lips then dipping into it. Instead of pushing her head from between my legs, I gentle ran my hands through her long blonde hair. In a few more minutes, I was once again flopping about the bed.“AHHHHHHH Janet, don’t stop,” I screamed as my eyes went closed once more.When I opened them, I found my hands pulling her face against my pussy as my hips worked upward toward her face. I. All I could feel was the sensation of her fingertips crossing my body, toying with me, brushing my nipples but ignoring my aching, soaking pussy.Suddenly, she reached over me to the bedside table and produced one of those airline sleeping masks. “Do you trust me?” she said.“Do I really have a choice right about now?” I raised one eyebrow and signaled at my bound wrists.She giggled. “That’s right. Just relax and enjoy this.” She slipped the mask over my head and my eyes. Now I couldn’t see a. Several times lately, Mac had been bedazzled by a fair young thing at Paddy's Pub. Usually, it was after the consumption of a sizable amount of liquid refreshment. His advances, which had been considered first rate in the Kingdom, suddenly seemed totally inadequate in the confusing give and take of social niceties conversing with young ladies who seemed interested in "Where do you work?" or "What do you do for a living?" His blank stare generally drove them off with no further effort on his.