"Don't think that I will not mention to Daddy that you are doing more underage drinking in public."Before Francine could say another word, and before ...licia could respond to her sister in anger, I interjected, "I got it for her, Francine. After all, she's eighteen, in her own house, and handling herself as a responsible adult so far. What's got your panties in such a twist?"Francine Thompson--this one--had obviously never had anyone challenger her in a manner such as this. And by one of Daddy's. As she hesitated, I said,?Don?t make me slap you again. You will not even be able to sit down tomorrowif your disobedience continues?? I let the threat hang in mid-air. She slowly brought herhands behind her back, and placed them on either side of her ass-cheeks. Takinga deep breath, she started spreading them for me. Her tiny brownish pinkwrinkled hole peeped shyly into view. ?Keep going,? I said. She continued to exposeher anus to me, until it winked open for me and began to open. I licked. When Wendy went into the kitchen to get another bottle of wine, I followed her in and asked about Myra. Wendy laughed, told me Myra was a lesbian and living with her girlfriend, Nicki.Well, that explained her lack of interest, I thought. Somehow that should have made it better, but didn’t.Of course, I end up across from her when it came time for dinner. Having to stare at that face all night. Her little smiles. Those eyes. At least dinner was distracting and phenomenal—Wendy is an amazing cook,. Her pussy was amazing, and so was her face and all the rest of her. I landed gently, then harder, then hardly at all. I pressed in and worked my cock in a circle. She gasped and writhed rewardingly, according to what I did. She thrust back with her athletic, agile pelvis.“Mmmm,” her hands on my back were nudging me to go a bit faster. I speeded up. She thrust up harder, so I landed a bit harder. “MMMMMmmmmMMMM,” she groaned in my ear. She felt close already.I eased away to look into her.