She then stepped out of it and kicked it toward her top. She wasn’t wearing any panties. Her shaved pussy was beautiful too. There was a tattoo righ... on her mound where the hair could cover it if she had any. It said, “Daddy’s little girl.”Her father once again spoke, “I told you that she was my piece of ass. My sperm made her and my cock drilled that hole. Got a problem with that?”Charlotte had told me that he would stress his role of alpha-male so I replied, “Not at all sir. I must say that. K.a. sizes. I gave them to her casually and by habit of chats I asked her about hers.She was 32E-26-36. At only 5’4″, she was small but with a good size boobs and ass. Pocket bomb, as I call her now. She was by then touching my breasts with the back of her hand and rubbing a little while discussing the unavailability of bras for her unusual size.That truly felt new and nice. Someone touching my breasts after months! She cupped her breast with the free hand and gave me a feel of the shape while. “Oh babe,” she moans thrusting her hips into my face, “babe, please,” her voice cracks as I shove two fingers into her tight pussy, flicking my tongue over her clit aggressively. “God,” I hear her scream as she grabs my hair rocking her hips hard into my face. I break away from her throbbing clit and come up her body quickly shoving my hard dick inside her and thrusting hard. Rolling my hips into her as her body moves under me.I pin her arms down and fuck her faster. She brings her legs up to. She love staying active and kept herself in good physical shape. At 5’6 and 120 pounds she still looked just as hot today as she did when she was twenty. Her tits were a bit average in size but extremely perky. Her ass was adorable and firm, and there wasn’t a man out there who wouldn’t want to fuck her. She had been married to the same man for twenty years, and they had one son Michael. She would do anything for a person in need, and loved helping others. It had been last summer, and her son.