Molly got off the chair and put it back against the wall. She composed herself and then shouted to him through the door.“Bye dad, see you later.”S...e waited for a response. Finally it came.“See you Molly, take care!”She guessed that he too had had to compose himself before replying.Molly caught the bus to college and smiled as she knew she had probably put her father off a wonderful orgasm.At college, every other thought was of her father’s cock, the size of it, the nice round head and how he. I don't know what it was but being treated like a cock slut whore had metotally turned on. I loved the challenge of getting more of Hector's meatin my mouth and George was driving me crazy with his superb rimming andfingering of my ass. I was in heaven already - in sexual bliss - and Ihadn't even felt a hot cock in my hungry ass yet.I was moaning and slobbering all over Hector's fat piece as he startedtalking dirty to me. "You like that bitch? You like that fat cock? What doyou want bitch? . His gartered pale-lavender pure silkstockings rose only to just above his knees while his dress barelycovered his sissy panties. The wide expanse of naked thigh between thehem of his dress and the tops of his stockings was lewdly, though quiteseductively exposed.From the waist up his dress was skin tight. His nipples stood outproudly from the center of the soft egg yolk size pillows which couldnever pass as real breasts. His nipples screamed to be tickled, twisted,and tweaked. A. She always looks so professional, she wears great form fitting skirts and dresses that don’t leave much to the imagination. The only reason I really go to work is to hopefully get a glimpse of her. One day last week I went into work and it was the usual boring day. When lunch time started to get nearer I began looking at the door knowing it was a distinct possibility that she would walk in. My prayers were answered five minutes later, because she walked in in this gorgeous black skirt, white.