I could just see my Dad’s huge erect cockplunging wetly in and out of my Mom’s dripping slipperycunt for the first time in almost ten year...- and me, myyoung face beaming in rapture, only inches away fromtheir musky crotches.Darting in with my tongue to lick, kiss and caress thatbeautiful prick and pussy-and the hottest part of all,when they’d finished, I’d lap and slurp every tasty dropof Dad’s wonderful slimy sperm as it ran in an oozingstream from my. "You're a proper little whore now aren't you Cindy? With your cuntavailable for instant use," he added as he slapped my bottom."Come on whore let's go into the living room; Daddy wants some pussy."I allowed myself to be directed through his apartment; his hand was onmy bottom and he was allowing his fingers to trail down to the exposedflesh between the hem of my skirt and my stocking-tops.He propelled me towards the back of his sofa and said, "You are awhore. What do whores do?"It was patently. “I… don’t want to bother you…” Philip started, then, after a short hesitation, decided to demonstrate some sort of kindness. Waved to the waiter, ordered two beers and sat at the table. While the girl was intently examining her manicure, Philip leant back and cast a glance under the table. There he saw an extremely graceful ankle, shapely calf, knee, halfcovered with black skirt, and rough plaster cast from the lower part of which five tiny pinkish toes were sticking out. The toes twitched. Your big hard cock. Does it feel good to stroke your hard dick to my big tits,” she said as she took another drag and then drove her exhale at my face with more force. The smell was turning me on in a way I’d never experienced. It was transporting me to a place that seemed to move in slow motion, filling my senses and driving my lust to new heights. I didn’t respond. I was lost in the moment. “Tell me you love stroking your dick to me,” she almost pleaded. “I love stroking my dick to you. I’m.