It isnt for everyone, its about a father and daughter, so if youre not into that move on, because I could care less about your comments saying how dis...usting it is. ITS FICTION! Other than that enjoy! Jazz had become used to various models going in and out of her father Maxs photography studio from a young age, and knew several by name. It wasnt uncommon to see one hitting on him between shots either, which never quite set well with her. Jazz had become used to being the only woman in her. I'll bet you've never sunk every inch of cock into anything, have you?” He shook his head and then gasped as I lay on my back on the table, holding my huge tits into a perfect fuck-chasm for him to bury his beast in. My biceps were visibly strained by the act of hefting my humongous chesticles, and I spread my legs a little to give him room to kneel before my pelvis. First I held my tits together a little too tight for him to get between them, letting him instead roll the head and shaft of his. We slowly walk to the pub and sit down at a table next to each other. Just sitting there next to you is turning me on so much, smelling your so lickable aftershave and feeling you so close to me. I am so horny and excited and I want you so much. I run my hand up your inner thigh as we chat. Higher I go feeling your cock through your jeans. I turn and kiss you knowing the pub is quite full and that we are being watched intently. Your hand starts to slide up my inner thigh feeling my damp pussy. 'Now?' Asked a surprised Lyn. 'What about Sarah? I can't just leave her.'Sarah was obviously paying more attention to me than her mother was. 'Mummy, he said coats, that means I can come too.'Lyn turned sharply to look at me. 'Is that what you meant?' She asked with a little trepidation.'Of course, I'm assuming you come as a package and that there's no one else.'She looked at me, with a hint of anger. 'You don't think I would have been out last night if there'd been anyone else do you?'Seeing.