.my story goes like this.."and by the way" ..i never tell made up stories..mine will always be factual..i have stories about i****t with cuzins,nieces...sister..and this one about my daughter.Anyways..like i said,,here it is,,she was asleep one nite..my wife was alseep in our bed room..her is hers..i slipt into her room..i made sure she was asleep..then i put my hand under the covers and rubbed her titties a littel bit..she has like size kk i think..she is a very skinny girl..but got her momas. “What was that,” asked Hilda Mae fearfully.Luthor got down and picked up several bones, making both the Wilson girls shudder.“I’d say coon,” said Luthor, looking around. “It either died in here, or something brought it in here to eat it.”“Eeeewwww” squealed Bernadette and Hilda Mae in tandem.“Oh,” said Luthor, feeling proud suddenly, “that ain’t nuthin’. I seen bones all over the place around here. Once I saw...”“Found it!” called out Johnnie Sue from an obvious doorway in one corner of the. When I returned to Irene, she was totally broken in; she racked her knees back and watched me set up with big eyes, licking her lips in anticipation. This time, I wasn’t doing it for her -- she’d had hers -- I was trying to finish ME, and I wasn’t sure I was gonna make it! Irene knew this instinctively, I think, by the pattern of my movements; her responses were softer, more gentle -- and oriented at me. “Fuck me,” she whispered, moaning,“Fill me up. Cum in me! Make me a woman! Uhh! So good...”. Wedged into a stall, she started to masturbate while steadfastly refusing to think about Mistress Catherine. Instead, she did her best to picture previous sexual encounters and, more than anything, to just let the physical sensations of her own fingers bring her to climax.Eventually this strategy worked, but the orgasm that she had was unsatisfying. She came, but that was about it and, when it was all over she almost felt more frustrated than she had before.Not only that, but what happened in.