I was feeling really excited watching, and I thought I might make a big wet spot on the bed. Mom never made a fuss about the wet spot daddy made three...or four times every day, so I didn’t worry about it.Daddy got the tip of his finger inside Sammie’s pussy and it looked like he was making it hook, so it was pressing against the front wall of her little cunt. Sammie purred louder, and squirmed her hips faster. Then she grabbed daddy’s hand, pressed his finger deeper inside her, and moaned.“Oh. Hanna and Sylvester had ridden the JLG and then sent a report to the station. The report contained video of all the parked ambulances and the preparations to receive the injured.The 737 landing lights were a couple miles away on final approach when I was tapped on the shoulder. When I turned, Frank and Eric were both standing there.“We thought you might need a little moral support, everything OK?” Frank asked. “Although it looks like you have everything well covered.”“We are good here with this. He was driving it in deep and hard, she was simply there as a source of pleasure for him, her needs and desires were irrelevant, she was little more then a toy for his use. That thought made her tingle all over.Her Master spanked her ass cheeks again; the sound of skin slapping skin filled the air and the stringing pain made her gasp and fight against the ropes, he knew what this sort of treatment did to Ginger and he wanted her to suffer. He knew she was desperate to cum, but she had to hold. . My reverie was broken by a rapturous break of thunder so deep the old Victorian walls shook a little. You caught me looking and broke into a toothy grin. “I bloody love a thunderstorm!” I said, before an awkward silence set in. “How awesome is that rain?!”“It’s amazing,” you replied, still smiling, “can you imagine how soaked we’d be if we were out in it?!” A semi-nervous giggle escaped from those perfect lips and I couldn’t help but picture us outside the window I was looking through. I.