’ ‘I see,’ she said obviously looking where she’d sleep before eying the couch. ‘I could make something makeshift, stack some boxes or hang ... curtain, if that will put you more at ease,’ he said. ‘Nah, it’s okay. I’m used to not having any privacy in the shelter and on the street anyway, as you’re well aware with those three men waking me up at one in the morning. This is so much better than what I’m used to having. This will suit me just fine. Do you have a spare sheet for the couch?’ ‘You can. The firm pressure sent waves of pleasure through me like electricity, and I came hard. I pressed his face hard against my sex as I moaned and rolled my hips. My husband didn’t stop, though. He continued to lick my little nubbin, and I felt him slide a finger inside of me as well. I hadn’t yet come down from my first orgasm when his finger found my G-spot. The pressure on it combined with his tongue on my clit quickly had me cumming a second time. I lost my composure and thrust my hips against. I slipped off my skirt and thong, Daddy noticed that his daughter was getting wet so reached underneath me, stroking over my breasts, stomach and finally to my clit. It was already pulsing, and his cool fingers made me catch my breath as they touched my hot clit. “Mmmm baby,” he moaned, “you’re so wet.” “I know,” I replied, giving him the most innocent look as I continued, “I wanna taste you tonight Daddy, fuck me quick, and then I wanna have our juices in my mouth.” Daddy’s smile spread. There are many rumors about scared Nobel Prize winners who sometimes after an hard and late night have been awakened at their hotel rooms early in the morning by several singing girls in white nightgowns, one wearing a crown with burning candles on her head and the others holding a candle in their hand. At least one of the Prize Winners have admitted that he, for several seconds, believed he had been surrounded by angels in heaven.Our daughter, Emelie, had been chosen to be Lucia in her school.