Squeezed. “Lord, you are gorgeous, Junebug.”Dean MichaelsI grabbed my daughter’s right rump and buried my face between her butt-cheeks. I just h...d to lick that asshole. She gasped as my face slid into her crack, my glasses sliding up my nose. My tongue flicked out, caressing over her asshole. I bathed her sour sphincter.“Daddy!” she moaned. “Ooh, you’re such a dirty daddy. Don’t you know what you’re doing?”“Mmm, making my little girl’s asshole feel amazing. Don’t even pretend you hate this!”I. With my eyes wide with lust and ecstasy I watched as they followed me in stripping themselves off in the process. Within seconds they were stood in front of me, their hard erect cocks bobbing around in front of me.I grabbed one in each hand, my blood red long nails wrapped against the hot hard flesh. Dipping my head down I gave one a lick followed by the other. I started to suck on one cock whilst working my hand on the other. Deeper and deeper I sucked, first one cock then the other as I. The old lock on it had some rust, but looked otherwise functional. She sincerely doubted that Mike had the key to it, though. They had never had any reason to check out the woods behind the house, and she certainly hadn’t seen a key lying around that looked nearly as big as the keyhole was on this particular lock.“C’mon,” she muttered, sticking her arms through the bars. The drone was still several feet away from her outstretched hands.The drone itself wasn’t important, but the magical stone. The afternoon passed pleasurably, we had a drink in the Foxhall Pub with a sandwich, then mooched around the shops and markets before heading back to our hotel just off Bond Street. I undressed and headed into the shower, almost immediately being joined by Simon to enjoy some mutual washing and stroking culminating in me leaning forward and having him fuck me doggy-style as the warm water hit our skin.We left the room at 6.30pm, headed for a nearby restaurant where we ate, then headed for The.