”“Say, I’m fucking wet from your big thick cock,” I told her. “I’m fucking soaking wet from your cock,” Kerri said. I pressed my cock in...ide of her again, enjoying seeing her head tilt back and eyes close from the sensation of me being inside of her again. “Does it hurt?” I asked.“A little. But I like it,” she said. “Kerri,” I began fucking her harder, holding her above her waist, watching her tits bounce from my thrusts. “Kerri, Kerri, Kerri,” I said. “What what what?” She smiled as I fucked. Daddy Lester was so cruel to me he hurt me a lot.”With compassion in my voice I say, “I’m sorry Sam I couldn’t stop them, if I could have I would have. If I had known I would’ve tried. I can never hurt you like Lester.”Looking up into my face Sam says, “I know that Daddy, you love me. Lester never did. There’s no mean in you, I think Lester only had mean in him.”The music starts and the doors open, the bride maids and the groomsmen step out then it’s Kathryn’s turn with her father they step. .It felt so nice...it felt so good...it always completely centred her pleasure.Was she getting excited...hell yes...she was young...this was her orgasm shaping territory...excited yes...Brenda felt the welling swollen arousal of climax...it was building...it was building...Brenda knew what was coming next...No she didn’t...Her mum knew a non standard pecker when she had the opportunity to see one, use one, empty one...it had been a fair few dates back since an older one had even approached the. ”Constance reached for the knob and turned it down. Bobby immediately turned it back up.“And if I was Bobby’s girl, If I was Bobby’s girl, What a faithful thankful girl I’d be.Each night I sit at home, Hoping that he will phone, But I know Bobby has someone else”Constance reached to turn it down again.“That’s the song you’re always humming!” accused Bobby.“It’s a silly song,” said Constance.Bobby turned the radio back up and then slapped at her hand as she tried to get to the knob.“I want to be.