Slipping Beth off of me, I slid out of bed and went to the bathroom while the girls cuddled closer together. After taking a piss, I walked to the bedr...om door and looked at my girls, sleeping. Reaching down, I picked up my shotgun, opened the door and slid out. Cyclone followed me, and we went down the hall to a spare bedroom. I changed to warmer clothes and then went downstairs. The fire was cackling in the fireplace, and Cyclone went and plopped down on the bearskin rug in front of it.Going. I love how you “mmmmmmm” and “ohhh” as I touch you. Sometimes, I draw the feather lightly over the outer edges of your soft breasts, just tracing their delicate surfaces, next maybe I tease the inside of your thighs where the cheeks of your warm ass meet. Or maybe I jump up to circle your ears or tease the back of your neck. I might even stroke the underside of your outstretched arms, back to your armpit and over your quivering breasts. How about the inside of your thighs around the edges of. I slowly pushed my bottom down and with a squeal from me and a groan from my Daddy the head of his cock slipped into me. I held myself there, gasping in pain as I adjusted to the feel of being penetrated at last. The lubricant I had used helped and pretty soon the pain faded and I began to move up and down on my Daddy's pole, taking a little more into me on each down-stroke until I finally felt his pubic hair tickling my bottom and there I stopped. I stayed there, impaled on that superb cock. ‘I did what I could, but it was hard, Sarah not being there.’ He shook his head. ‘I still don’t remember, sorry.’ He looked up. ‘But thank you for doing what you could for her – I’m grateful.’ I nodded. ‘No problem.’ He glanced at the clock. ‘Do you want to turn in yet? I usually read for a while, but you can go to bed if you like.’ I hesitated. ‘You’re going to think this is a little strange, but actually I don’t sleep.’ He looked puzzled. ‘You mean, like insomnia?’ ‘Kind of. It’s just the way.