"It might almost be you, Sam."Emboldened by this reception, Marcie began working the tits more forcefully. She tugged and tweaked the nipples, stroked...around the aureoles, took the full breasts back into her hands and fondled them. After a little while, Joan raised her hands to Marcie's own small breasts."Tit for tat," she giggled. "Or for tit." Oh, Joan," Marcie groaned, "that feels so good." Feels great to me, too. Mmmm. Had a lot of practice?" Just on myself," Marcie said."Me, too." The two. ” He kissed another and said, “Two.” When he had kissed the last, he stood up and said, “I found all six Dad.” “Thank you son. You may each return to your seats.” Liz pulled hard on my waist and her sixth blow fell and then the seventh. When I felt her welts this time there was an even greater warmth flooding out of her from down in her pussy. I thought at first that perhaps one of the blows had landed there, but instead my fingers discovered a very highly aroused. Pussy! She groaned as. He couldn’t understand his new friend, but he could tell when a piece of the story was missing. ‘What happened to your year-long love, then? Were you married the next winter?’ Valentine pulled himself up in his chair uncomfortably. ‘No, no. By some vengeful Fate or another, it was not meant to be. But, it was my only Festival of Juno pick, and I can find nothing save the ending to besmirch the experience.’ ‘Tsk, tsk, Father. You must forgive my fascination, but I can’t let you leave the story. They bought a small house in the middle of town and were getting it fixed up before the wedding. One hot summer day before the wedding, I decided to stop by and surprise them with a few sandwiches and cold drinks while they worked to get the house in order. In hindsight I should have knocked on the door….but instead I just opened it and walked in, she was my daughter after all, right? Immediately I could hear My daughters voice from the upstairs bedroom screaming “FUCK ME!, DON’T STOP!” “DON’T.