"It's not true!" Claudette asserted, flustered. "I... He... I TOLD you, I'm saving myself for marriage!" Were you planning on marrying Rob?" Ted press...d."Well, yes. Eventually..." ... And when was that?"Claudette shrugged. "After college, sometime..." So, Rob was supposed to do without for four or five more years?" Ted glared at Claudette. "Do you have similar plans for me?" Well, no..." Claudette turned away. Ted was a short-term solution; he just wasn't suitable, in the long run. Claudette. She turned her mouth to my ear. I felt her breath, hot and controlled, as she said, "Daddy, make me cum."I pressed inward on her clit with my left hand and grabbed a handful of her breast with my right, pushing it upward to coax her chocolate nipple, sweet and sixteen, out of the cup. I reached inside to pinch it and found her bikini cup wet on the inside, though she was dry on top. She was lactating. I gave her nipple a pinching tug between my thumb and forefinger. "Owp! Ha ha! Daddy it. I definitely need more of those cocks when we get home. Is that something you will think about?”“Yes, Slut, I will think about it and I have a friend who I definitely want to see you enjoy.”“Oh, goody, does he have a big cock?”“Uhm, no, she has a very wet black pussy. Would you like to eat some black pussy?”Jill just looked at him shocked and then she smiled and said, “Yes, Daddy, I would like that as I am really enjoying eating any pussy I can. I did not realize I was so much into women as. When I had completed the pile, she said that I was the perfect helper and that every girl would be delighted to have their knickers folded so delicately. Since then, she had always asked me to help on washing days, and inevitably asked me to take care of folding her knickers before assisting with any of the other items. I loved helping her with this task, because it made me feel even closer to her in a seemingly innocent way. --- That afternoon, Kasia was repairing clothes. She had learned from.