I found his large cock, hard and ready to go again. "Make me cum again dad and I will let you use that huge prick on me again. I want more of your cum...dad, make me cum first!" I kept batting my fathers prick with my foot which seemed to turn him on more. I guess he liked having his daughter playing with his cock. I felt my orgasm building within me and soon I was cumming all over my fathers tongue again! I laid there for a few moments recovering from my second intense orgasm. My father stood up. There weren’t any of the usual mistakes, her sentences had a natural flow to them and she left out anything the reader could fill in for himself. He was used to reading other people’s work, and he always read things with a mental red pencil. Jayne’s stories didn’t need any. There were one or two things he’d have put differently, but he was fair enough to see her way was quite as valid as his own. On second thoughts, he wasn’t even sure if her way of putting it wasn’t actually more so. He was so. I knew it was too early fordance class because normally I'd be in school at this time. My mothertold me to get changed so I did.My leotard had a kind of built in bra, my old one didn't have that. Iguess my mother thought I need it now. I was glad it was there becausenow you really had to look to see my nipple rings.My bellybutton ring stood out a little, but that wasn't as embarrassingas my nipple rings.I put my pink 4 inch heels and my light pink leg warmers on. I took outmy braids and brushed. When I was fully inside her butt, she released her breath with one long whoosh. That reminded me that I was holding my breath as well. I puffed all the air out and let out a groan of appreciation. It was hot and cold at the same time, both slick and tight. It put me on sensory overload. When she started riding me like a jumping pony, I couldn’t take any more. I pumped rope after rope of cum into her bowels, mingling my lubricant with the lubricant from the bottle. After my orgasm, my.