I was wearing my Cookie Monster t-shirt and Care Bear panties. I had a sad look on my face.“Come here, Precious. Sit on Daddy’s knee and tell him ...hat’s wrong”, he said lovingly as he pushed his chair away from the desk to make room for me.Once curled up in his arms, he asked me again, “What’s wrong?”I tried to swallow my tears as I answered. “My tummy hurts”.“Do you need to eat something? Is that it?”I shook my head as a tear escaped and trickled down my cheek. “Tummy’s not hungry”.“Are you. He leaned his head to his right so he could have a better view. He watched her tongue slide up his shaft a little and then slide onto his wife’s clit. His wife paused for a moment to let Brandi lick her pussy, and then she went back to riding his cock. He noticed the way Brandi had been sitting that he could reach her pussy with his left hand, so he reached out and started rubbing her pussy lips. He only slid his fingers over her pussy lips and clit for a couple of seconds before she moved. Only the supervisors wore the standard uniform whilst the rest were in clothes commonly worn by teenage girls like tight cropped vest tops and tight shorts or a miniskirt, and with bare legs, because, after all, it was the middle of summer. Hence the girls were suntanned and Mary and Betty immediately remembered how they were once able to sunbathe until they became inmates and their lives had changed.Emma let the two women look around the room momentarily, knowing the watching teenage girls. She could not believe how big and hard it was, at ;least as long as her forearm and almost as wide."Who's this Gene?" he asked with a smile, enjoying the feel of her warm and wet flesh on his hard and overheated cock. He grabbed her buttocks with both hands and squeezed. She gasped as his prick slid along her labia and nudged her clit."Nobody," she said, wiggling, "let me go." Put your hands on the wall," he said, turning her to face the pouring showerhead."No, no," she squealed, aware of the.