I keep trying to look away or close my eyes but every time they catch me the L.Vs little bitch slaps me with the butt of his gun. “Bring him closer!...�� Another command silently followed by the goon. When we stop, I’m just inches away from my naked daughter.“Can you smell her? The sweet smell of young cunt in the air? Go ahead,” L.V gestures. “Take a deep breath!”I do as I’m told and find he is right. It’s not the coconut shampoo and candy scented perfume that I know my daughter to smell of but. He said he was going to find out. He grabbed my head and pulled it towered his cock and I felt it touch my lips. I guess I could have jumped up and pushed my way through this guy and get away but for some reason I really didn't want to. And what I hadn't noticed is that I had a hardon and was rubbing it through my shorts. It's just natural to rub your cock when it's hard, isn't it? So I'm sitting there with a cock touching my lips and this guy telling me to open my mouth. I had reached down and. She looked at my tie and my shoes. "You'll do. Patrick looks good. I hope he doesn't need to be fed soon." We went downstairs and asked whether we could check out in the afternoon. "By 6" was the laconic response. We got to the church a bit past nine.We greeted the minister and Mr. Swartz. "The girls are off doing something mysterious with Willy's uniform," he said. And Evans walked up. He looked even spiffier than he had a my talk. Someday, I'd have to ask him what the ribbons meant."At last. I followed you in, closing the door behind me. As I turned back you pounced, pushing me against the closed door and firmly kissed me. I reacted in kind, matching your passion with my own. Our hands were all over each other, clinging to the material of clothes or running through hair. Finally, breathless, we broke apart and you took my hand, leading me to the bed. You laid back and looked at me with those sexy smouldering eyes, beckoning me onto the bed. I took a moment to look at you, that.