' 'What you want me to say,' I ask 'bitch you know what I want to hear, say it or else.' He gripped my testicles in a vise like clinch, groaning I cri...d 'OOOOHHHH baby, fuck my ass,' he corrected me 'this ain't no ass it's a pussy, say that.' 'Baby fuck this pussy,' I replied, he ask 'whose pussy is it,' 'it's yours daddy,' I cried 'fuck it like you want it.' He seemed to be pleased with my answer he eased up on my testicles and slowly stroked them and my flaccid cock as he worked his huge. I would probably stare there for eternity if she wouldn’t turn around as soon as she heard us.“Hey, guys, how are you?” she greeted us.“Hi mom, I see you’re already completely relaxed,” Bella replied.I was speechless.“Indeed I am. You shouldn’t waste any time yourself.” Marta pointed back to us.Bella smiled and started undoing her top. “Shit, this is really happening,” I thought by myself. When I tried to pull my sweater across my head I realized I was shaking, my dick started to harden and I. In my frustrated state her appearance began to affect me sexually, I fought it hard. About a year later Sara looked at least sixteen and had her mother’s little patch of honey-coloured pubic hair and was still wandering around naked at times. As I was often in the same condition I soon had to turn away from her to avoid her seeing my impending erection. I had noticed that she occasionally had a little smile on her face as she saw me looking, then one Saturday morning I awoke to find a naked. She had discovered an area close to the pool but out of direct sight from the patio, where she was certain that she could entice Sef for a while. Their evening meal was more a finger buffet, salads of great red juicy tomatoes and Brie soaked in an aromatic Caesar dressing, fresh fish baked with just sufficient garlic to taste, but not sour the breath, Brioche and sticks of French bread. The food was laid out a number of tables allowing anyone to wander by and select whatever tempted their taste.