. . oh God!” Molly said and before she could finish, I felt a gush over my finger.“You are cumming Molls! You are cumming! Let it go, Molls. Let y...ur daddy make you cum!” I said as I wiggled my finger inside her now sopping wet dripping pussy.“Oh. . . oh. . . oh. . . DADDY! It feels like I am. . . I am. . . I am peeing! Oh God, I am sorry!”“Molls, honey, you are not peeing,” I said, as I slowly exited my finger from her cum drenched notch, “That’s your cum. You had a wet orgasm.”Molly turned. ” She told him softly.“Umm, nice name.” He said as he stopped in front of her. Towering over her completely, she craned her neck back to look up at him. “And what is it you want from me Nomi.” He said slowly looking her straight in the eyes. “Let me see, ah yes multiple orgasms, to be able to attract any man you want. The usual then, oh this is unusual. To had the ability to deep throat a man, even though you don’t enjoy the experience you want to make it as good as possible for the. It was a cult classic in our house. I told her to shut up at the same time my mother did.“The time starts over if you talk, let go of your ass cheeks, or move too much,” she told her.“I didn’t know that!” Tiffany pouted.“Now you do,” my mom grinned. She seemed pleased that Tiffany was getting her comeuppance and more than willing to be a stickler about any rules. I made a mental note to myself about the details to these rules as she told them to me. I checked the time on my phone so that I. . won’t you…” he cried out as soon as he caught his breath. As if in response he felt a powerful pulse ripple up and down his shaft, like his own hands madly masturbating had provided moments before.“Ahhh!!! What's... happening…” Stan moaned through gritted teeth. His head forced into the wall once more as he felt another powerful pulse. His body’s leaning weight was supported by his long face as his hands gripped the base of his tool.“No... please... please don’t,” he whined as he squeezed the.