I was busting as i started pissing on her perfect tits , alisha was shocked but horny for it as she held her tits and moved down to take my warm piss ... i was now pissing hard over her face , her hair soaked and cascading over her body , "open up my piss slut " she obediently opened her mouth and looked up at me as i was piss filling her mouth , bubbling out over her tits , what a beautiful site i thought to myself , as i told her " this is what good slaves do my slut understood !! she was in a. “Daddy, he’s daddy Ron now. He’s my real daddy,” she said. “But you’re my daddy too,” she said in kind of a hurry.“Oh, yeah, okay,” I said. I wanted to scream that the shithead hadn’t been there for her all of these years, so to my mind, he didn’t qualify as any kind of a daddy. A wannabe maybe, but not a real daddy.We did picnic at the river on Sunday, and it had been a good idea. She was talkative. Seems like her mom and the asshole were being kind of strict with her. They didn’t like some of. Joe casually went between the two autos and peered inside the window of the Jaguar. He saw Sable perched in the lap of one of the patrons from the bar. The rich bastard’s pants were down around his ankles. Joe’s eyes were fixed on the man’s lap, where the contrast of Sable’s tan thighs bouncing up and down on the man’s white pole captured his attention. Sable’s mouth open into a wide ‘O’ every time she plunged downward on his cock of carved ivory skin. Her hands gripped the man’s shoulders and. Goosebumps actually formedon my arms and I stood there basking in a warm glow, it felt marvellousand I looked at myself in the mirror for a moment. Now for the pantsuitI thought and I removed it from the hanger, it was made of silk as well and when I slipped my body into it, I was again hit with a warmsensation running over my body. Then as I walked the feeling only gotbetter as the silk was cool and with each stride I took downstairs myskin felt my alive.Arriving now in the kitchen I saw.