"That's... six dollars and fourteen cents, for everything. Darned fool thing buying real clothes for an Indian if you ask me, but at least that dress ...ill fit her," she said, shaking her head.When I walked outside, I gave Dooley her new outfit-the dress, a pair of cotton bloomers, and some moccasins. Her feet were tough, but we were going into some hard country and they needed covering. She looked like I'd handed her the crown jewels.Eyes shining, she stepped into those bloomers on the spot.. ”“Hi, Timmy. That kiss was ... nice.”“Yeah. We might have to try that again sometime.”“I’ve been thinking about doing it again ever since. I really feel a connection with you. Like when we kissed, I felt ... whole. Does that make any sense?”“I felt the same thing. Like we were a part of each other or something.”“Timmy, I have to tell you something, but I am afraid you might not like me afterward.”“I’d love you even if you murdered someone.”“You love me?”“You don’t think I’d kiss a girl only. I winked back at her.“Oh, Mommy, your ass,” my daughter moaned, her arms hugging me from behind. She grabbed my large tits and squeezed them. Her ticklish bush rubbed into my rump. She had sunk every inch of her thick cock into my asshole.I felt so full.“Now my turn,” Lisa moaned.My little sister, hand held over her shaved vulva, stepped up. Her cunt was right at mouth level. She whipped her hand away, grabbed a fistful of my brown hair, and yanked my lips into her cunt. I didn't hesitate to. I’d never been spanked before. Not even as a child. I was draped unflatteringly over his knee. I could feel my tummy against the coarse fabric of Steven’s jeans, the beige carpet mere inches from my face, my long brown hair still loosely tied in its ponytail. My bottom was raised and I could feel his fingers dreamily stroking me through the cotton fabric of my underwear. “Your cunt is very wet, Lucy,” Steven whispered. I could feel his hand glancing over my bottom and between my legs, letting.