Philip smiled as he saw the dreamy look in his daughter's eyes, then straightened up, walked over to the sofa, and sat down. "Crawl over to me", he sa...d and Amelia immediately obeyed. Being in such a position, being forced to move toward her father was both humiliating and exciting and she loved how it felt. As for Philip, there was no sexier sight in the world than to see his barely legal daughter crawling toward him. Her body, so young and firm, was going to be incredibly enjoyable to break. Another girl in the neighbourhood was Sally Rankmore, who went to a different school from Tina and me, and one night at a teenage birthday party, she had let me kiss her on the front veranda of her house. Once again, we never went any further, and when I tried to get her to go out with me later on, she said she wasn’t looking for a boyfriend just then. About the time I turned fifteen, my mother got into the habit of going out on Friday nights, to a couple of local bars. She must have thought. Tried to crane her neck she could just about see a long black rubber hose leading from her ass up to a large clear glass container suspended from the ceiling. At the bottom of the container was some sort of a chrome device bristling with hoses and fittings. The feeling in her asshole had now fully returned. She squeezed her rectal muscles as hard as she could to try and push out that huge invader, but to no avail. Unknown to her was the fact that circling the coronal ridge of that massive ass. This brought much courage in me to go ahead. I started moving my hand towards her breasts. Wow!! It was so soft. It felt really great. I massaged her right boobs. By the time, I have put on a debonair video on the internet. So, she came to an extreme mood. We smooched for 10 minutes and started watching the video. I was about to unhook her dress. She stopped and told “Its time that my hubby might come”. So, I left their place and came back to my home and masturbated a lot.The next day, I looked.