They ate dinner together and the daughter brought her father upto date on everything that was happening in her life. After dinner shechatted on the ph...ne with her friends while he watched the ball game.Tony never eavesdropped on her. Besides teenage girls could talk allnight about nothing. All he could hear was her voice, sometimesdropping to a whisper and a lot of giggling.At 10 o'clock he came in to tell her time for bed. She was on the phoneas usual and gave him the one sign. He waited at. He kept pinching her vagina with his teeth and lips. He crawled back up and reengaged in another wanton invasion of her mouth with his lips and tongue, while his fingers continued to plunge up and down, in and out inside her crevice. He used his thumb to press down on her pubis, and to occasionally flit back and forth across her clitoris. She was so sensitive, every time his fingers flipped over her clitoris she quivered. She gave up trying to hold him off. He was driving her silly! She. “Twenty seven”, Barry`s voice counting down to that last stroke they were all awaiting now, crack the last strike around her belly, “twenty eight” eagerness now in the voice, thwack, her bra shook with this last breast stroke, tears were falling , “the voice echoing, “Twenty nine,” they all awaited the next and ultimate stroke. Twenty nine times this brave or foolish woman had been struck, would she have the strength of character for that one last terrible stroke… as if reading their thoughts. I peeped in and saw she was sitting in Indian style on the commode. Her finger went in and out (masturbating) for a while.I was like, “Wow, the plan is working”After a while, she removed her fingers and peed. That was a hell of a great view as her pussy below clit opened up and was showering silvery urine. Her pussy was all clean shaved with not a single hair on it. It was all a closed pussy with its lips not much coming out.She came back and said you should not think about all these things and.