Drucker. It's already the afternoon!" the woman said with a very thick,but cultured Hungarian accent. "It is?" Sam looked at his wall clock. "Lisa, th...se good people have no need for Daylight Savings Time," Mr. Douglas tried to explain to his wife. "Yes we do!" Sam said. "No, you don't," the city raised fellow assured at the bald-headed, mustached man dressed in the perfect rural image of a general store proprietor, complete with the slacks, simple white apron and a striped shirt with sleeve. Thats not what I meant baby, lay down so daddy can taste his little girls pussy. Oh, daddy, you like the way I taste? she asked as she laid down and drew her skirt up to give me access to her young juicy cunt. You know I do, I said as i knelt over her in the 69 position and began teasing her little lips with my tongue. I continued to eat my daughters lovely little pussy as she reached up and started sucking on my erection. I could hear her moaning as I used my fingers to spread her pussy lips. "Okay." I say as I suck your head into my mouth slowly, flicking my tongue across the tip. Because as much as I love the sound of your pleasure....I love the taste of your cum more...and I'm hungry. I move one of my hands from your thigh to under your ass for stability.I take you in about an inch, then pull back out, then down another inch, and out again. This must be agonizingly pleasureable for you.I've finally got you entirely in me. And I pause there to hum a bit. You shudder and moan in. If his cum really had some kind of hold over her, then it has to wear off at some point. He could end up alienating her, driving a wedge between them. Of course using his cum like he did in her coffee could do the same thing. But what if she doesn’t remember the events after it happens? What if it is like a drug, a date rape drug? He could gone on like this for years and she never know. It would be wrong and not meaningful, but he could.At the very least, Chance can have some fun, getting what.