"Now… come to Daddy, darling," he beckoned.Gary reclined in his armchair with his big fat hard-on jutting out before him."Ohhhh, Daddy, your prick's...even harder now!" Sally cried, her eyes widening with excitement."That's right, honey. That's why I wanted you to suck it… so it would get as hard as possible and I could fuck you with it!" he said.Sally stood in front of her father, holding up her dress and petticoats."Climb right up on my lap now, honey," he urged her.With an eager grin, Sally. Hannah had trouble looking me in the eye, shamed, I think, by what probably seemed to her to be slutty behavior, behavior that despite its "nastiness" she couldn't bring herself to stop. Her little pelvis started getting ahead of my guiding hands, and her immature lovebox must have been heating up from the action, because the rut became more natural and urgent for her with practice. As far as I was concerned, I was getting an almost perfect lap dance, and was beginning to feel the early warning. "skirt time!" she said as she passed me the same pink frilled skirt she wore yesterday.."i pulled it up, and realised that was what i was going to wear for the day...i still felt naked.. it was a thrill. "arms up".."yes Miss" we both said as she slid a white blouse/shirt over me, i felt my tits push the shirt out.Such a weird feeling. She undid a few buttons till it bearly coverd my bra. a slight bit of lacey black bra was showing...following this came some black glossy small but.. still big to. 04). I was so happy for him, and shook his hand as he passed in front of us to take his bow with Liya.I had a bit of a crush on Liya-she was a spectacular 18-year-old, with dark skin inherited from her French-and-Indian mother, and the mediterranean eyes of her Sicilian father. Her large breasts, capped by the biggest, darkest nipples I had ever seen, were her glory-though the rich pink that was her secret in the folds between her legs was to die for as well. Her placing was well-deserved-it.