He smiled as he felt the moisture in his slave daughter’s pussy, and the look of shock on her face as her eyes popped open at the sudden touch. ... Sarah blushed crimson as she realized her father was rubbing her pussy, and she could smell her arousal in the hay she had slept on. She quietly got onto her hoofed feet, and stood before her father in her tack, the nipple bells tinkling as her breasts swayed as she moved. She watched her father clip a set of reigns to her bit, and she followed. ” She sighed happily, “That’s nice.”She was right; it was nice. It was uncomplicated and good. It didn’t mean anything; we hadn’t been romantic, we hadn’t dated. There was no further intent. We were just having sex, nice energizing sex.Slipping in and out, her old pink vagina was holding my young black cock as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and I guess it was. She looked up at me, smiling in pleasure, and I smiled back, looking at her good eye while ignoring the other. My cock. .. I’m really afraid that last night was just a symptom of something deeper, some need that we’re not meeting in each other that’s vitally necessary and important. And it we don’t try to find it, it’ll be lost, and we might be lost as well without it.? ?And how do you suggest we find this supposed need?? Now for the crux of it. She had gotten this far. Could she get over the hump? ?I think that we start with the most obvious symptom.? ?What do you mean?? . We held hands as we walked around the store. Our first stop was the butcher counter and I explained the cuts of pork I wanted and the thickness.“I like it when the meat is thick.”“Me too!” said a voice behind me.“Sasha, are you stalking Diana and me?”“No! I heard her talking about your thick meat.”“Maybe I’ll just keep to myself on Monday.”“You want to see your meat get burnt really fast?”Diana and I laughed, and I swatted Sasha on the butt as she walked away to join Tasha in the veggie aisle..