Probing it, and as i do you start a rocking motion, back and forth pumping your hips. impaling yourself on my mouth. My fingers roam over your sweet a...s. sliding down the crack, wet with your sweet honey. One finger at the tiny opening, touching it softly, just the tip of my finger entering you. You gasp out again, feeling the pressure as more and more of my finger invades you. deeper and deeper it goes. Your body starts to shudder, as another orgasm approaches, Your motion downwards on my. He watched her fidget under his scrutiny. "I want to see all of you. Take off the skirt and petticoats," he instructed. "What? But...," she stammered. "The more you argue, the more spankings you get," he said, simply. All she could do was gape at him. Sighing, he approached her and gently turned her around. Knowing he abuse that her husband had put her through, James was extraordinarily gentle with her. He unfastened her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Next, he slid her petticoats from. If he touched me occasionally, it was to rub the back of my head. I loved my dad. Unfortunately, after a couple of days I was afraid to go to sleep by myself.At seemingly the same time, my father started to encourage me sleeping in my room again. He was never mean – never laid a finger on me – but ultimately through his drinking at night, I got scared enough for his health that I couldn’t sleep with him anymore. One night I knocked on my Raju’s door. My life was about to change forever. My. You smell like candy."His big hands covered my small breasts completely and he pinched my nipples playfully as his lips found my ear. I leaned against him, feeling pleasure and guilt at the same time.His hands slid down my belly, and his hand slipped inside my panties and I felt his warm fingers teasing my pussy lips.I whispered, "Dad, no ... this is wrong." But my body told a different story. My nipples were hard and my thighs seemed like they were spreading without any effort at all. His.