It was a happy Sam, a Sam with a smile so wide even I had never seen her so happy before. Her hands were on her tummy – make that belly – which sh... caressed absent-mindedly. She was huge. She still looked gorgeous, almost glowing. Sometimes I appeared behind her and put my hands onto her belly, too. Sometimes she was alone. The worst part was that I still hadn’t made up my mind about what I should do this weekend. Could I trust myself around her? Should I really go? Could we ever go back to the. .I kissed Daddy's feet. He didn't have to tellme this time; I wanted it, I craved it, I needed to show him my obedienceand go there with him.I planted soft wet kisses on the tops of both feet, manly and strong andwide, and a few long licks to his ankles.He took a handful of my hair in his left hand and practically dragged meback to the kitchen island, letting me feel his strength and sexual powerover me. Oh...Daddy yes yes fucking do it please!!He pulled my head back to the ceiling as I sat. “Are you decent?” came Sandra’s voice. I moved to cover myself, then realised there was no point. “Not recently!” I shouted. “But you may as well come in!” The door opened, and Sandra came in carrying a steaming bowl of water with a small glass bottle floating in it. “I gave this oil to Lisa for Christmas,” she explained, knocking the door shut with her foot and setting the bowl on my desk. “Doesn’t look like she’s ever used it.” “Oil?” “Massage oil, of course,” she said, smiling. “It’s the. Joe could tell she wanted him inside her bad, spitting on his dick, sucking like someone would suck poison out of a snake bite. She wrapped both hands around mhis rod and jerked up and down really slow, asking him how bad he wanted to be deep in her. Let me show you, Joe grunted, picking her up off the floor and sitting her on a counter top. She let out a scream, and when he felt his dick plunge into her, Healmost did to. Her pussy was so tight, like putting his dick in a coke bottle. He.