She dreams she is the dear daughter of this daring Dad, who would have taught her every erotic trick as a teen.She seems long lost in thoughts, after ...er knees gave in from coming to often. I hold her hips and am still inside.She slowly gets back her breath. Her hot burning boyish bottom warms my belly. We still stand at the doorstep.She looks into her garden, raises her head to check if anyone saw her being brutally backdoor banged by me?She suddenly shivers, feeling very vulnerable. She turns. From the very first, he kept a certain kind of pressure on her. ‘Are you sure you don’t want any tea, Ruth Ann?’ he asked, and had asked persistently enough that she finally took his meaning. She put her hand over her mouth and giggled into her hand. ‘You’re terrible!’ she said. ‘No, I’m a doctor trying to use his best bedside manner to see if the lovely lady wanted any tea,’ he what he came back with. ‘Even if the lovely lady wants tea,’ she said, ‘She probably isn’t going to spill any of the. As my fantasy takes more shape, those fingers start to move. I'm still motionless on my bed and, for all appearances, napping peacefully. These are usually for times when there are people in my house, not for extended alone time. I refer to these naps as 'two finger time'. I continue to fantasize as my fingers find a rhythm, alternating rubbing my clit between them and pinching it gently (or not so gently, depending on the current fantasy). Today, I went with a different fantasy. With a house. Suddenly I felt him push me against the living room wall. With one hand he held my face against the wall with the other he shoved a finger in my ass as I cried out in pain. “Hmmm still hurts baby girl? That’s ok daddy will fix that tonight too.” He slowly removed his finger from my asshole making sure I felt every joint in his finger. King slowly rubbed his hand up my ass, then my back then firmly placed it on my shoulder. In one fluid motion he pushed me to my knees and turned my body around..