. she cut off her thought with a start, aware how much she was enjoying the thought, the thought of her father ... fucking her ... fucking her ass ......fucking her cunt. Filling her with his seed.She rocked on the bed harder trying to refocus her thoughts on her life before she went to Maracas. Without consciously being aware, her thoughts began to drift to the gringos, Mark opening her unyielding legs, the way her vagina felt when his hard knee made contact with her wet triangle, Scott's face. .. since not long after... mom died."Hope lowered her mouth to mine and we exchanged deep kisses. I reached my left arm out and pulled Faith to us and the three of us lay together for a long time before Hope eased back and began to slowly work her bottom up and down on my shaft. She brought us both to a very satisfying climax and I couldn't believe that I had now shot my sperm into the quivering cunts of both of my precious daughters.When Hope rolled off me, Faith captured my cock in her mouth. “Move your hand bitch! I want my cock in that throat again” he said forcibly. Gathering more courage I pulled his cock from my mouth and said “Look, I can deep throat you if you want me to but you’re only gonna get it in my time. Or would you rather me throw up all over you?” I asked the dark figure. “Fine he said but you by god better hurry” the voice demanded. I took his cock back into my mouth until it hit the entrance to my throat and back off and down again swallowing this time and taking. Comehere."And she did.And it was glorious.Step Three: The morning crept through her blinds fiercely. I put thepillow over my face, then I threw the covers off and climbed out ofbed. Margie was still asleep. She was gorgeous. I leaned over andkissed her hair.I dressed slowly. I knew I had to go home. I had been out all night. Ineeded to see Cynthia, even if it was for our final goodbyes. I hopedshe wasn't with Dr. Martin.After the walk of shame -- and there are a lot of us in the morning --.