Cindy Long. Age 20.***"How are you doing?" K asked me, and after a short pause she added,"David."I released a deep breath--as deep as the corset would...allow--scarcelyaware of having kept it in. Free of the need to act like Cindy I feltunconscious stress lifting from my shoulders. Yeah, riding in a HondaCivic through these unknown backwaters, the chance of anyone catching meout of character was pretty slim. The thing is I needed the practice,though I hated admitting it nearly as much as I did. When I was awake, he was already eating my pussy on my bed. We sleep with a night light on so I saw his head in my pussy clearly and he was naked.“What are you doing, Justin?” I asked out of shock. But he continued eating my pussy without answering.“Ahhh…shit, stop Justin, you can’t do that. Shit…Ahhh…my god…” I screamed in between moans, but also tried to push his head away.He was persistent in keeping his mouth on my pussy and finally got his tongue inside me. His tongue in my pussy was. "Is this Ok, daddy," I quietly asked. My hand kept moving holding him tightly in my fist wanting to please him. In the darkness lightning flashed thru the window lighting the entire room brightly, I realized that my head was merely inches from my mother's hairy pussy. Dad had apparently been playing with her in her stupor because her labia were swollen and gaping open."Yes baby," he murmured. I felt his hands begin running thru my hair, caressing my neck with his fingers. I was enjoying his. This combination would turn any young woman on, even if she did not care for the driver!Susie asked, "Is that really your car?" The way she said it in a kind of hero worshipful manner was all it took to win Tag over, at least for the moment."Oh, sure, the car still belongs to the dealership, but I get to treat it like mine. Do you see the logo on the side door? That is the new name of the dealership, and Dad said that we could call the car an advertising expense with that on the door. I like.