I imitate you when I’m alone, imagining you’re with me; in me. I don’t have to imagine anymore. I sit up, my legs tucked behind us, settled on y...ur hips. You start to open your eyes and I close them. “Be calm,” I say, and you sink back again. I feel your cock quiver behind me. It too knows to be patient. I use my fingers to make myself wetter as I commit your nakedness to memory. I lean and position my cunt right above your shaft. I brush up from there to your belly button, marking you again. The noise of an embarrassing 'Pussy Fart', and Creampie of daddies sperm, followed onto the same soft skin, it was just one big fucking mess for me to clean up.Having tucked dads cock back in place and pulled my duffel coat back on I drove home, arriving there just one hour or so after leaving. I got out and got my younger sister out of her bed to help me put daddy into his.We undressed him in silence all the way down to his underpants, then Sara said, 'I will let you do the honers'.For a. 'What he doesn't know won't hurt him and what he does know might just turn him on, if you know what I mean!' I confided, winking.Back at their hotel the boys were a bit nervous but very hospitable. I took off my coat and sat on one of the beds. I let my dress ride up a little and my breasts were boldly on display for them in this plunging neckline. Cynthia sat down next to me and ran her hand through my hair. They boys offered us drinks and snacks, we joked around and had a nice time. 'Would. When Thomas switched her from Ken to Beth, he gave her all the knowledgeand experience that a woman of 20 years would have acquired. Thomasknew she would need this knowledge in order to function in society.It is one thing to have a powerful tool, it is another thing to use it.It took Beth awhile to be comfortable with using this tool. Living in asorority house she was forced to use the tool that Thomas had given herbefore she was comfortable, but she did use it.She discovered many different.