"Talk dirty to me," I told her."What?" she breathed, still in the throes of the last climax my cock had given her."Talk dirty!" I insisted."Um, uh, I ...on't know how," she said.That pissed me off! I had spent half an hour fondling her, taking her nipples one by one between my teeth, pulling my head back slowly, scr****g her erect milkmaids, making her gasp with pleasure, while also using my fingers and thumb to stimulate her soaking-wet cunt and her hot, needy clit. I then mounted her, ramming. As I leave I see her standing like she is waiting for something. She turns to me and asks me out onto the dance floor. I ask her what about all her admirers and she tells me they will still be there when we are done taking or spin around the floor. She takes my hand and leads me to the middle of the floor. A slow song comes on which is just perfect. I think to myself this is all that I need, excitement and no relief. She wraps her arms around my neck, snuggling into my body. I can feel her. Even from this distance he was able to make out the figure that had captivated his emotions, tall, slim, rounded in all the right places, and topped with those glossy black locks that he loved to run his fingers through. He lost his fear immediately, he wanted to be near her, his c***d like mischief returned as he closed in for the kill. Stealthily like a cat stalking a bird, he slowed and surveyed the scene before him. She was dressed like him, in shorts and t-shirt, no socks just plain white. I turned and gave daddy my wicked little sexy smile, I knew what he wanted all right. I stood up in front of Mr. Miller and a look of complete surprises came over his face, as I allowed the straps from my nightie to fall from my shoulders. Mr. Miller could not believe what he was seeing. Letting my nightie drop to the floor, the only thing left was the sexy black thong that daddy loved. “Aw man I might have been wrong after all.” Mr. Miller said as I saw his cock growing harder and harder. “I.