. it was . . . my fantasy."Surprised by his feeling, he felt crestfallen . . . "You wanted a daughter, not . . ." * * *"I've hurt ...ou! Even now . . . " she pushed herself up past him and went to the window. She began to cry. "Maybe you should just leave. I've made a big enough fool of myself. I don't want to destroy what might be left between us.”"Mom?" God dammit, go!"He watched as her back jerked with each sob. She wilted to the floor. "Mom?" Go," she whispered. He. She heard herself screaming as her orgasm intensified.Still, he didn't stop. he kept on with more and more. She couldn't take any more. She was so hypersensitive that every touch was almost painful it felt so good. His tongue probed into her along with his fingers, she could feel him actually sucking her cum out of her pussy. She screamed...She was laying in a pool of her own cum. Her ass wet and sticky, her body oily and slippery. His fingers slid over her skin and she moaned loud. Every touch. "Oh, hi, honey." Ben said, "I thought you were on the beach getting a tan." I, uh, was just going there." Chrissy lied.She didn't want to admit she was rushing back to the trailer to masturbate."Fine, babe," Ben said, "and while you're down there, stop by the set. Archie's got time to show you that camera today." Okay, Daddy," Chrissy said, trying to sound pleased and excited as she headed toward the beach.For a long time she'd wanted to learn something about TV cameras, and Archie the director. Screamed and began crying. "Lick it up. Now! Your husband would love to watch you eat my asshole and pussy like you did before in the nursery. " What my wife is carpet muncher. Since when. I began to think of all her so called female friends that had visited while I had been away on business trips. On my return she always seemed to have marks on her wrists ankles and butt she explained it as shoe straps on her high heels, bangles not coming off, and bruises from CrossFit training. Ali looked at.