It was not a good thing to find myself in bed with my own daughter. Even I have some morals and that hurt a great deal. If your mother had been alive ...he would have killed me and I wouldn’t have blamed her. Now you want me to go with you over to Fred and Flo’s place again? It’s too much for me Nancy.”“Daddy, I think he killed or had killed mother, Teddy, and my husband Henry. Mother and Teddy because they found out about the mob’s connection to Fred. Henry was killed because he impregnated. You’re beautiful,” he insisted. “You’re so beautiful it makes my stomach hurt!” he said, bending over. Actually, his stomach didn’t hurt at all. But his penis had decided that his foster-sister was very beautiful and had stood up at attention to announce that. Bending over helped conceal his traitorous cock. He waddled to get her a towel, and when he got back she held out a finger dripping with her milk.“Taste,” she said. “It tastes good!” Hesitantly he licked her finger, and the sweet milk. Jamal lifted me off his cock as I knelt on the edged of the bed. I parted my legs, kneeling with my right hand on my pussy stroking it slowly. H stepped forward jerking his massive black cock, pointing it at my face. I placed my lips over the domed head and ran my tongue around the head and flicked it in and out of his cock slit. A splash of hot creamy spunk spurt from his cock hitting the roof of my mouth. I slid my mouth over the exploding head and managed to catch every single drop of alpha. Oh! To be the one to insert his eager member into that passage of delight! Oh, to be the lucky man to taste the sweet juices that oozed from out of that sweet cave of love! Tough luck, guys! No man ever had, or ever would! Finally they drifted off to their homes and their less than pulchritudinous wives. At last, Roberta was able to snatch a few hours sleep herself.It was exciting to be shackled again! She was beginning to like this game. Before she drifted off into a shallow and chilly sleep,.