I knew I was kinda pretty, although I was sure I could stand to lose a few pounds. Five foot, seven inches, one hundred-thirty pounds. Long, dark brow... hair that hung half way down my back. Nice, melon sized breasts with nickel size nipples that were just like Mom's. I had good, muscular legs from being a cheerleader for the last three years. Okay, I knew I could turn a boys head, but my Daddy? And Mom -- here I had had guilt feelings over my girl games with Vicky, but now to hear my Mom talk. "Mmn, thank you daddy." The teen whispers in my ear. Then, kissing me on the cheek, she stands up and heads off. Probably to find her twin. They had become insatiable since they lost their virginity. They gave their mother a run for her money in the lusty wench department. Gort had untied Karagoth, and was apologizing profusely to her. For her part, the orc just ignored him. None the worse for wear. When she sits down next to me I give her a loving hug. "Was that good?" She asks. "Oh yes. I. “Yes?” Leta softly answered. “This table is uncomfortable,” she said. “Would you like to move over to the bed?” Leta asked. Lily, relieved that she didn’t have to ask that question, nodded her head. She slid off the table and made her way to the bed. Crawling up the bed on her knees, she flattened her body back down. Leta rubbed her body against the back of her thighs; her rubbery nipples scraping their way up ward. Occasionally, the press of soft lips feathering their way up her spine. ." Chris dug his fingers into Carrie's hips. He knew it hurt her and saw her wince, but it was a good pain. She liked to see scratches and bruises and bite marks after fucking. "When is she getting home?" "When she's done...fucking...your guys'...daaaad." Her bouncing got faster and her voice skipped to the rhythm of the pounding. "What a fucking slut..." Chris could feel himself getting closer and closer to cumming."Are you...jealous baby? Do you not like...someone else fucking your.