"GG". My, oh my, I neverthought of myself as a "GG" before. I just always have been a real girl. Ornow a Lady, I guess. I am 36 years old, about 5' 4"... 115 lbs, with a niceshape for a 36 year old, a 34C, if you have to know, and with the help of acomfy girdle, a 25 inch waist. I have medium blonde hair with silverhighlights which falls to my shoulders in a swishy pageboy. Not too badlooking, if I say so myself. Especially when I put on my warpaint.I own a Beauty Salon. Cheryl's Beauty Salon.. God. Yes. Yes. Ahh," Chelsea moaned as she came on his fingers. Michael removed his fingers from her pussy, and shoved them in her mouth, making her suck them clean. He kissed her through her panties several times before removing them from her.Michael parted her lips with his tongue. Chelsea wrapped her legs around his, and her hands combed through his hair. He licked and nibbled on her clit, plunging two fingers inside her pussy, curling them to find her G-spot. He continued to lick and. As I took the paddle off its hook, my mind struggled to accept what was about to happen.Evidently, I took a little too long because I heard “Girl you’d better get in here with that paddle. Don’t make me wait. I've been up too long already!”Nervously I walked back into the living room with the paddle and handed it to my father.“Get that skirt off young lady,” daddy said.I looked at mom, fraught with fear, but mom didn’t say anything but simply nodded her head in approval to my father’s. I'm standing in from of him working the remote to find his favorite sports game. He pats my ass and kisses each sheik gently, before wrapping his firm hands around my waste and guiding me down to my knees. I close my eyes and nod my head from side to side and up and down feel his cock and balls bouncing against my face, enjoying the safety of being stationed at his feet and drinking in the scent of masculinity. I go to work slowly. the light touch of finger tips under his balls, firm palms.