But the tree was the home of an impLike the tree, he was gnarled and gimpBut this wee little manWho called himself BranIn the magicks was hardly a wim....When he saw his poor home, how he cursedHe was filled with a terrible thirst'twas vengeance he cravedWith a cackle depravedHe set about doing his worst.He hobbled on up to the clubTo return, with interest, their snubSince the patrons were lassesWith firm, well-toned assesHe also had hopes for a rub.The receptionist, whose name was Joan,Said. The stranger turned and Big Boy saw that his brand was not Beth’s. The stranger looked back at Big Boy and farted.A short time later, Beth came down to the stable from breakfast. Her dark hair was braided in a tight ponytail for riding. A brilliant white silk blouse and black leather jodhpurs accented her olive complexion. Knee-high black leather boots enclosed her small feet and accented her shapely calves. Thin, supple riding gloves covered her graceful hands. She could feel a male’s. My beautiful little daughter was masturbating on my mouth. I found her clit with my tongue and began to circle it. My hand went between her legs and started to touch her wet lips. Pushing between then, my finger began to work into her. Slowly opening her wet tunnel as my finger pushed deeper into her virgin cunt. I could feel her becoming more, and more excited as I licked and fingered my little daughter. I kept at it, pushing her to her orgasm until suddenly she pulled my face hard into her. She was definitely not a quiet sex partner. All of a sudden we heard a noise in the hall, it was Rick going to the bathroom, which was past our room.It kinda startled us as we forgot he was there.After a couple giggles, she asked me if he heard us, and I said if he did hes probably gonna go back to bed and jerk off. When I said that Carol got this gleam in her eye, and said that the thought of someone listening to us have sex and masturbating was pretty hot. I put my finger in her pussy and she.