He moved his left hand down to my thigh. He did this motion a few times before he leaned in closer and spoke in my ear. “Are you wearing any underwe...r? I can’t feel anything?” I turned my head so he could see my cheeky smile. He stood there for a moment, and then kept dancing. He moved in very close to me. So close that I could feel him getting hard. He put his arm around my body, with his hand resting just to the right of my hip (Left if you look straight on). We danced very closely for a long. This being done to my wife, and she was enjoying it rather well, as she started to squirm and moan. “When she responds strongly to an area, stay there for a few minutes. While using your free hand, and mouth, on her nipples. Then give her passionate kisses, trading off from one to the other, and find what she responds to the best.” Announced Karen. When Karen pressed a little harder, as she made circles around Renee’s clit, Renee tightened her body and raised her hips, as she moaned very loud.. I stayed in the background, only entering the church after everyone else. As a total atheist I deplore the whole idea of religion but funeral services are the worst. Stephanie was gone, not to somewhere greater, just gone; not because it was a god's wish but because I was jealous and petty. In many respects I should not have attended but knew that had I not my mother would have been very disappointed. I also needed some sort of closure and hoped that this could help provide it. Another attack. "Scream whore! Don't just lay there." Daddy please..." she trailed off her pleading when she was slapped again."Yeah beg whore. Beg for my cock!" He screamed at her.She wanted him to come and be finished. "End it already!" She screamed inside her head. She didn't know if she was talking to herself or her dad.Suddenly it was over and her father pulled out. But hope expired."Suck my cock slut!" She realized this was the first chance she had to see her massive prick. She was slapped again as her.