When I went back in the living room Linda had spread herself on the sofa and once again took my breath away by having pulled her white panties to one ...ide and slowly working the head of the bottle into her soaking pussy. She looked at me, and with both hands enveloping the bottle, began slowly pushing the bottle in and out. After a couple of minutes, her shaven lips had now reached the shoulders of the bottle and she was at her most stretched. "I meant the bottle, not the contents". She giggled. “Why daddy, you are aroused!” I said in a very sultry voice“How nice of you to notice!”“How could I not! Now I see where Brantley got his! Do you want to use it on me?” I said with a very sly tone.“That’s the plan, if you let me.” Daddy said as he took a hold of his equally long cock and pulled it upward.Was it wrong to want my daddy to fuck me now? I asked myself. Then I also answered myself with, ‘Not after having Brantley inside me, it isn’t.’Slowly, I moved to the shower wall away from the. Well, someone had used it. The meeting went on and on, and people were getting angry and frightened. The local emergency services stated they had enough supplies on hand to handle a routine winter. The local doctors and nurses said that they had ordered fifteen percent over their usual winter supplies, since they had come close to running out, last year. It seemed that we were pretty well set for the winter months. As long as there was not a heavy use of medical supplies, they stated, things. Why didn't you tell me?" I didn't think of it. I didn't know you were going to pull on my cock the way you did," I whispered."Well, I guess I forgive you. It's just that your come dribbled down my legs and made a crusty mess on my jeans. What if Grace saw it? She would have smelled it and known what it was. If she told my dad that she smelled come on my jeans he would want to know who was fucking me. I couldn't lie; I would have to tell him it was you fucking his little girl."Two images jumped.