He was longer than I thought, and thick…with large veins. The crown of his cock was large and bright red with blood under the skin, the whole thing ...esting against his stomach. Without a word, I took him back in my hands, feeling his warmth and fullness. His penis was hot and heavy in the palm of my hand. I ran my finger over he tip of him, and he gasped. A small pearl of liquid squeezed out. I ran my finger over the wetness, around the tip. He groaned and arched his hips. ‘Rach…please baby,. She had such a joyous look on her dusky face.“So it’s okay?” I asked my husband. “The sleepover at Kimmy’s?”“Is it, Daddy?” Leyla asked, darting forward, her breasts bouncing. “I’ll make you so happy tonight and tomorrow night to make up for my absence Friday.”“Yes, my little flower,” he said, grabbing her hips, pulling her tight. “I can’t deny you anything.” “Leyla, take your father to the living room and see that he is comfortable on his recliner. Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes.”“Yes,. Dads car as well as Sues were in the drive. I was starting to learn how the stone could make people do what I wanted but it seems that they have to secretly want it too like my sister and her lesbian scene from Saturday.Hoping that Sue and Dad may be at it again I went around the side of the house instead of through the front door. As I made my way towards the rear of the house I heard hammering from the garage. I tried the door but it was locked. "Hey Dad you in there?" the hammering stopped. She needed all the time she could get to gather her nerves together, after her harrowing experience of the day before.While Carrie's mind wandered, her fingers travelled the length of her long slender thigh. They moved slowly but surely toward the palpitating center of her being. The golden triangle of sex seemed to tense with the approach of her own hand, and she knew that she had to assuage this new onslaught of desire. The entire lower half of her body felt unduly agitated as her fingers.