Then he stabbed his erection back into my mouth. He thrust with urgency, I was really unable to move, pinned against the back of the sofa. But I didn'... care. He wanted to cum down my throat and that was exactly what I wanted him to do. Mr. Anderson thrust frantically for about twenty seconds then moaned and I could feel the head of his penis grow on his out-thrusts. His thrusts were basically going from my mouth to my throat, back to my mouth, back to my throat. Then with a roar he stopped with. Soon Cassidy walked into the kitchen where Daddy was still sitting. Cassidy reached into her pocket and pulled out a rolled-up tape measure. Her Daddy stood and dropped his boxers. Let's see how much you've grown this cocklecock of yours. Cassidy said. You're almost up to 2 inches. She said. You're doing great. Soon you will be a big cocked cuckold husband and lover. She retrieved a records book and placed the measurement in the book.**** Her father sat back down without pulling up his boxers.. Then I would take the nipple in my mouth and suck you hard. My (or should I say our) secondary target would be to see how wet I could make your panties by rubbing your clit and pussy through the cloth.I do that. My finger running along the crease in the panty material back and forth till it becomes damp and sinks into the flesh between your lips,Then I would start to bite your nipples, moving from your left side to right, right to left. Maybe my left hand would be in your mouth, my fingers. The rolligon wasn't much better off. Its huge, soft rollers lost contact with the ground, coming down on top of a mass of crumpled, thrashing bison. It rocked forward, then settled as the air gushed out of rollers torn by raking horns and hooves. There was a series of jarring crashes as the last few bison tumbled over the rim of the gully, piling up against the back end of the rolligon, then all was still.Phil realized that the quiet was only relative. Crippled animals still bawled their agony,.