He held my hips firmly in his grasp, as he looked down at my pale skinned tom-boyish bum, raised high with parted bum cheeks, exposing my puckered pin... anus, with his partially inserted cock between my thin-lipped labia, those sensitive lips drawn inside the hole and held there with his glans cock-head poised, and shaped to penetrate my cunt, and spit his seed onto my barely functioning inner femininity, with its first and second eggs just settling into fallopian tubes, to be held in-situ. She feels him relax as she takes him further and further in, building up a good rhythm. And as Chance starts to moan, she reaches down again to her pussy and starts to rub it. Her snatch is so wet that when she plunges her fingers inside, she longs for something bigger to satisfy her. Rory quickly crawls up onto her knees on the seat with her legs wide open, fantasizing about having a cock in her. She almost wishes she would have brought a toy with her—maybe that new little red one she bought. “Yes, yes! Do it! I want your cum in me!”This was so depraved to hear coming from my barely legal daughter. I erupted. “Sam! Kumquat! Yes!” I snarled.“Daddy!” she moaned as my cum spurted into her.Her pussy went wild about my cock as my dick erupted into me. She slammed down me to the hilt, engulfing me in her convulsing, eighteen-year-old twat. The pleasure surged through me. This amazing rapture gripped me. Stars burst across my vision. It was this incredible passion. It burned across my. Next day it was Friday. I reached Pooja’s house. Only she and her brother Tushar were at home. Her father used to work at his shop and used to come back by 9 in the night and her mother used to go far an approximate two hours walk and gossip with neighbourhood ladies every evening without a miss.I sat in the drawing room . Tushar was watching TV. He called Pooja for the tuition . Pooja came with her books and greeted me – Good evening. I nodded. She was having some problems which i clarified.