. Anna is breathing heavily and running her hands through her father's gray hair. She moans..."Mmmm... Daddy, that feels good." She whispers. "Yes bab..., I know you like that don't you?" Anna nods and closes her eyes again. Her daddy makes his way back down her legs and beings pushing his finger into her closed hole as he massages her swollen clit with his tongue. He makes sure to pleasure his daughter and applies pressure as he circles his tongue all over her cunt. He then takes his finger. He takes a moment to consider the terror while his tail twitches rapidly against the wood.Or at least what he thought was wood. These furry strokes against her exposed breast continued in a series of swiftly gyrating circles – by chance focusing on her nipple; as it started swelling outward, becoming flush pink from warm blood pulsing into it, surges of static like electric impulses danced to a new portion of her brain.Left, right, up, down, so it dances and dances; sometimes focusing on one. I smirked and bit my lip as I continued to dance, his gaze the whole time. The lights were dimmed, and it was hard to make anyone out from the mass of bodies crowded in on the dance floor, gently pulsating like a giant creature moving in time to the music.It began to get hot and sweaty, and everyone was forced closer together. A bass line started, the music pounding against the eardrums, vibrating out of the giant speakers around the room. I felt the noise echo through me, pulsing through my. "Steve didn't know what to make of it. Actually he felt that his in- laws were being altogether too mysterious about wherever it was they were taking him. He half-suspected that the wildest thing they could think of would be an illicit bingo parlor presided over by a bunch of old ladies holding long, thin cigarette holders and dressed a la 1930's.The large metal door was opened by a greasy-looking fat man with a black mustache. Arnold immediately pulled off a roll of bills and Steve gasped to.