“God Lauren, that was one of the best damn blow jobs I have ever had. Lauren simply looked up with her beautiful and loving eyes and smiled, cum dri...bling down then sides of her mouth and over her barely budding breasts. Her eyes screamed to him, “I want more!” and that is just what John was going to give her. He picked his daughter up and laid her on the island in the kitchen. He bent down, looking intently on his daughter’s cunt. He noticed the now strong aroma of arousal, the pubic. Let me get some ice."I heard this and ran for my room, just shutting the door as I heard Sandy walk out. I sat down on the edge of my bed and waited as I heard her rummaging through the kitchen and her walk back. As she passed my door, she slowed and stopped. I could see her shadow underneath the door in the carpet. Was she listening? Was she going to come in? I reached for my blankets and pulled them back, ready to dive.Then, Sandy walked away and I heard David's door click shut. I thought. The only thing she regrets is that she actually never got to touch it. She did not even give it a little stroke or wrap her soft feminine hand around it and feel how powerful and hard that dick was. That‘s because she was busy rubbing her pussy and clit, masturbating for him as he had asked. She was too caught up in the pleasure she was feeling from her wet, soft pussy and basically Stan just whipped his cock out of nowhere and started jacking off which somewhat caught her guard, but she loved. My tongue slipped out and went directly into her slit. I put my hands right onto her thighs and grabbed onto them slightly. I let my tongue roam freely inside her twat, just as she did with me. I glanced back at her and she was grinding her teeth while maintaining her grin. "This is what it feels like to have a hot chick eat my pussy? Well, fuck Tom, he's out and you are in, Ms. Johnson." I let my tongue out. "You can call me, Maria." "Then feast on my pussy, Maria," she told me, before she.