I tossed it on a chair. She kissed around my bare chest, even using her tongue on my nipples. She kissed the gunshot wound I'd gotten in Alabama, and ...y other scars – badges of honor she called them.I placed my hands on the vest she still wore, and removed the outer garment. The buttons of her blouse opened easily, revealing more of her deep cleavage. We were staring into each other's eyes or kissing often as I undressed her. The blouse joined my shirt, and seconds later so did her bra. Anna's. I had all kinds of thoughts running through my head. I pictured how mom and dad had to obey me and Lilly and maybe even Ron. But I thought more about Ron having to obey us too. Just thinking about how the youngest girls in the family would control everyone. I thought how cute Ron and daddy would look with panties and bra on. Maybe even a dress.I heard Lilly moaning and saying, “Daddy fuck me hard. Fuck your little girl and make me cum. I want your cum in my cunt daddy. Make me a baby daddy.”She. The painter eased his cock back through the model's impaled bottom,drawing the thick column of flesh slowly into view, an inch at a time,and, when just the glans remained within the wide-spread ring, he thrusthis member back into Anne's asshole. His cock rammed easily through therelaxed sphincter, plumbing the transwoman's depths. His penis movedfluidly, and he quickened his pace, fucking her more forcefully. In andout, back and forth, he attacked and withdrew, assaulted and. “No, I'm just thinking about my daughter and my granddaughter, and we can get to know each other too,” Sharon replied.Of course I was skeptical of her new found interest in Jeanette and the whole thing, but maybe what I said meant something to her. So eventually John and I had to leave because little Jeanette was sleepy and we needed to put her to bed.“Well, congratulations you three, I love you all,” I said.Then I gave each of them a kiss.“Me too angel. We'll be here tomorrow to see you and.