Cockrin wants you to wear for the next exercise." I see." The skimpiness makes you voluptuous, Aisha... you are hot!." Her father's eyes were on her ...reasts and crotch again and again.Then she turned around while her father wore his attire. When ready he said, "I'm ready for you, darling. you can turn around."Aisha was shocked by what she saw. Her father wore a special kind of brief. It was all strings except for the front part which consisted of two portions. The lower part of mesh fabric. Again we did no work, we just let her ride us. Her cunt was dripping as she took us both all the way in. Up and down, the whore was fucking loving it. She was rubbing her clit furiously as she continued to bury our meat in her sluthole. After her second cum she climbed off us, she was knackered, we were both stiff as fuck.“Your mum’s got a toy under our bed, Chris, how about you go and fetch it?” I walked upstairs, dick still like a flagpole and had a look under my parent’s bed. Along with. ’ You open up the cocoa butter and add a generous amount to your hand and repeat the motions. ‘No outcome from this should be described as a scar. They need to be called baby marks or beauty marks. A nice reminder of this joyous time. A memory book on your body. So incredibly sexy.’ You feel the cream between your fingers as you are rubbing the lotion over her belly, massaging it into her skin. ‘This feels good,’ she croons. ‘All over?’ you ask. She nods and you start applying more lotion to. ” “Tell me you want my cum” he asked again. (I would find out later that he enjoyed when I asked for his cum, even wanting me to beg for it, but that’s another story for another time)I looked up and him and answered, “I want to make you cum.” He pulled me up and kissed me passionately on the mouth, running his finger through the back of my hair. I happily accepted his big tongue and stood there as he kissed me deeply, my knees weakening and turning to jelly.He quickly but quietly began to.