The needles were prickly.“Get a good grip, we’re going to shake off the loose needles,” she said. Then she looked the other way, “Ready to sha...e, Ernie.”Ernie, the old man, raised his end of the tree. He did something that let the tree fall without hitting the ground. At the abrupt stop, snow and needles showered the muddy ground. He did that twice more. Each time, fewer needles fell.Lisa nodded and held out a thumbs-up.Ernie tugged at the tree, and we were moving.I followed him, still shocked. His tongue lapped at my sheath. Inserting a finger, he continued to lick. Me, moaning as he explored deeper. Repositioning himself, he parts my smooth folds and focuses on my swollen clitoris. Lord, I was wet. His tongue began its acrobatics. It felt like he was writing on my bud and in a short time I come with a shudder, pressing my sex to his face. His hands slide to the curve of my bottom, caressing my thighs.My climax surprises him. “My, that was fast,” he observed. “You know I love it when. I don't know what you're talking about... please let me go," her voice breaking in upset.After a few minutes, and upon receiving no further reply, fresh tears begin to leak from the swollen corners of her eyes, and she droops her head towards the ground in weary despair, still turning it in denial. Her shaking form causes the sweet melody of rattling chain to greet my ears. ?I love the fact that her lovely neck is bound to the floor of her already inescapable cage, further negating any. “We will show you what do with a slutty daughter.” I turned my head and his cock found its way right into my mouth. I worked my mouth up and down his cock as best as I could. It was difficult since I was having to do it at an odd angle but I made up for with the use of my tongue. I licked his whole shaft putting extra effort into licking and sucking the pre cum from his prick head.I heard my dad stand up and his pants being taken off. Mr. Anderson told me what my father was doing as I.