My phone rang and it scared both of us. I pulled my finger out of the fire and into the cool autumn air. I saw that it was Ivonne. Instantly my stomac... turned."Who is it?" She asked, looking around her and adjusting her dress and hair."Ivonne. Hold on."I answered and she asked where I was. I told her we'd gone for a smoke and that we were on our way back to the car right now."We have to go. How did you like it?"She smiled. "I loved it. Why did Ivonne have to call?" When do you want to get. ’ A half hour had passed, and with each step she wondered why she didn’t just call her parents and have them come get her. But deep in her heart she knew it was because she was scared they wouldn’t. At this point though, she was almost into town. So at the traffic light, she stopped and set down her bags and fluffed her hair. ‘Ugh.’ She was drenched in sweat. Grabbing a ponytail holder from her purse, she pulled her auburn tresses high off her neck. Swiping under her eyes, she figured that was. Her left breast started to shoot milk into my mouth. I could feel her jacking my cock as I milked her breast and fingered her wet pussy.She still had my face covered with her cleavage as she began to orgasm on my finger. I could feel her pussy quirt and coat my hand. I was shocked but so hard from her pussy squirting on my finger. I then put another finger inside her. I started to jack hammer her pussy with two of my fingers. She tossed her head back, causing a tiny amount of air to reach. Grace gripped his head hard between her thighs to hold back the climax she could feel building inside her, as he brought her closer and closer. It only took the first drop of cum on her tongue to start her own avalanche of juice, squirted right into Daddy's open mouth between her legs. Daddy came a bucketful; Grace swallowing every drop like it was her last meal. He had pulled back slightly from the stream of hot pee gushing from her wide-open cunt - it now ran down his face and neck, where.