Sara suddenly became aware, not only of the weight of her father’s body against hers, but that his body was naked. She could feel his cock, hot and ...hick, pressing into the side of her hip. “Don’t stop,” he repeated and his fingers covered hers working them over her electric clit and wet lips until she resumed her strokes. “Don’t stop…” and he kissed her neck, pulling her hair (long but dark like her father’s) to the side. His fingers left hers and his hand moved around her hip until he was. Get it all and give it to me baby!" So I knew how much she enjoyed the fantasy.Over the next couple of months, I started making the story more about men desiring her and wanting to fuck her. I told her I would be okay if she wanted to try out the fantasy, but she still refused. Then I started telling her stories about total Alpha male types using her as his own personal fuck toy. Each of those stories always elicited a lot of moaning and long lasting multiple orgasms. One night as I was telling. I inhaled the familiar, musky aroma that was one of the best parts of smoking weed for me. It almost got me high just to smell it.“Let’s stoke some of that up,” I said. “Do you have a pipe?” I asked him.“Nah, man. You always rolled the best joints. I have papers,” he said dropping the little booklet of Zig-Zag’s on the table. I smiled and shook my head. Once I’d cleaned the stems out of enough of it to roll, I said, “I don’t know. This might take a few practice runs.” It did. I sacrificed two. " I squirted wildly, all over the sheets. "Go ahead baby, get off, it's nice, huh. Oh my baby, mmm." We stayed like that, her hand around me, and she was waiting for me to calm down, but I didn't. I could smell my jism, but there was something else too. It was her, the smell she got sometimes when she had slept with me and would moan in her sleep. I moved a leg back between her legs, and hooked behind her knee, just trying to feel her. I felt her hips kind of pushing against my butt."Oh Billy,.