..all was quiet."Whoosh!" A single tail struck her belly at the exact time two others shook her buttocks. She screamed and her body spasmed. She to...e at her bounds but they held fast."Whoosh!" One tore at each nipple and one tore at each cheek. Her body thrashed and went limp ..sobs resounded from her depths lurching through her breast..her tears rushed from her eyes, down her cheeeks and cascaded into her breasts, their saltiness inflaming her nipples. She wailed in frenzied madness. Your not forcing yourself on me, I'm begging you. You can't make me pregnant by fucking me in the arse, and anyway I'm on the pill, and I'm well over the age of consent. Please, Bill. I really want this and your cock really wants it too. Just remember that we are friends first and father and daughter second.”Well, of course I wanted to fuck her, as my rock hard erection told her. I just didn't think that I should.“Well, of course I want to fuck you. I just don't think that I should.”However. She had come to me when she thought she was ready for modeling again after losing the awkward pimples and braces that took her away from modeling during her teenage years. She never did go back to modeling and today she works as a PR manager with an insurance company in Sacramento, California, our hometown. At 32 she could pass for a teenager except for the kickin' ass that spoke more woman than girl. Her face was innocent, almost angelic and her petite frame with her B cup breasts were like a. A rubber ball was strapped between her lips. She could feel and she could hear and the absence of sight heightened both those senses. Earlier that evening the two women had been in the sitting room of the flat overlooking the garden, the late evening sun gilding the leaves on the trees. They had had a glass of wine each as they unwound from their separate, busy days. Friday evenings were their close time, their period of togetherness, reserved exclusively for each other. She had looked at her.