That was enough. “Wait! Wait! Rebecca!” He gripped her hips and forced her off of him, pushing her back on his thighs, where she sat astride him. ...��This is NOT going to work.”“Please, Daddy,” Becky sobbed. “I… I was so close! It could feel it going in, I swear!”He leaned over and turned on the lamp on the nightstand. They both squinted at the sudden influx of light. Bill could see the tears on her cheeks, and reached up to wipe them away. “Sweetie, you’re crying! I knew I was hurting you!”“No!. ‘Oh! Yes, more like your toad and her ****.I know you, Fabby – but anyway Toad in the hole isn’t very Italian. ‘Oh! I don’t know’ he grinned ,his eyes sparkling, ‘Maybe Mario can give it that Italian flavour, it could even be a combined effort.’ ‘If you’re thinking what I’m thinking Fabby, no – and anyway she’s not Italian ‘Yes she is, her mother was born in Naples!’ Maria knew when Fabby got something in his mind nothing would shift it, she knew at the end of the day – and seeing the lust in. She began to stir as if she had some sort of epiphany or new idea. Slowly she made her way down to my belt and undid it. As she moved on to undo the buttons of my jeans she still didn’t say a word. My cock was growing as I felt the arousal I wanted her to touch it so badly. She reached down inside my underwear for my half-grown cock when I helped her pull away my jeans and underwear. For a moment, she studied the throbbing cock in her hand, she wanted it. She lay down across my stomach and. Although it probably had no real purpose, as Maria talked with Jock, both of her hands remained behind her head and continued to fiddle with her hair. She glanced briefly in my direction several times, clearly knowing what she was doing to me. The looks she gave invited my continued attention, which of course, I dutifully offered.I watched, mesmerized, as she brought her hands forward to the tops of her shoulders, hooking her thumbs under the tiny straps that held her blouse. As she continued.