Walter’s hands slid under Joni’s ass as he groaned, “Oh yes, prepare to receive me my darling.”Susan and Lindsay began frigging each other fas...er, listening to Joni sounding like she was quoting lines from a porn movie while Walter was reciting a Shakespearean play, and then Joni said, “Oh fuck Walter, the head of your cock feels like it’s in my chest, cum… cum in me.”Walter cried out, “Here it comes my darling… my love… ARRRGGGHHH,” and then his thick shaft started to twitch and jerk as it. "Great, Scott thought, what now? "I apologize if I overstepped my bounds." What I need is for you to tell my daughter that we talked and that everything is okay."Scott was confused. "Sir?" I made a crack about the truck and my darling daughter read off a list of what was wrong with it. If I had known half of that, she wouldn't have been driving the thing. I don't take her safety lightly." That was my concern." I feel like a fool for not knowing. The problem is that when my daughter gets mad,. See how fast your nipples harden. He pulled and pinched, and rubbed my breasts, with each touch I felt a fire flow through me, like liquid lava. Soon I felt my juices dripping from my pussy. Daddy felt the puddle I was making on his lap. Daddy took my legs and place one on each arm of the chair, looking in the mirror I was spread across daddys lap. My pussy was shining, and dripping. You baby girl were made for a mans cock. Look how wet, and hot you get. Too prove his point he rubbed his hand. Mine were big, sloppy and black, most women wouldn't dare wear. I loved them because they had lots of big pockets. I had even had a special holster made for the .38. It was made in probably the last shoe shop in the USA. The holster had a front and a back made of stiff canvas with a Velcro strap over the hammer for safety. There was no way to attach it to anything. But it slipped into the pocket of those cargo pants beautifully. I could wear those pants with a tee shirt and still carry the .38.