He was buried to the hilt and he rolled his pelvis in tiny circles, prying her open, stretching her to fit his prick. Her daughter’s body trembled. ...er slender legs were wrapped tight around her Daddy’s hips, pulling him in to her. He pulled back and his cock reappeared from the sheath of her cunt stained in virgin blood. She slid her fingers down between them to touch the union of father and daughter and in her mind she thought of her own father and how she had secretly longed for him. She. With a practiced eye, she could see that they were not close, even though they towered above her. She thought of herself as a mountain girl; after all, Roanoke is in the Appalachian foothills. The last several years she'd spent in the Nantahalas and the Smokies, and had hiked through the Whites in New Hampshire and climbed Mt. Katahdin in Maine, at the end of her AT hike six years ago -- but that nameless mountain to the east seemed bigger than Katahdin! And it was only a warm-up of what was to. Tweaking my nipples I felt a shudder go all the way to my needy cunt. Taking my right hand I followed that need and when I parted my smooth lips from my freshly shaven snatch I felt the wetness already present. I quickly inserted one then two fingers into my wanting hole. It was so wet and warm I knew I would have no trouble getting my substitute toys deep inside. Grabbing the hair brush I turned it around and slid it into my wet cunt. The length was just right as I slid the whole handle deep. "Helena followed him out of the hospital, her limbs and back stiff with straitlaced tension. "You're kidding, right? You can't be serious." Come on, you've been under a lot of stress lately. Let me show you a good time. See the sights." I've been under a lot of stress because of you! And I've already seen the Colosseum and all the other places."Stepping out onto the sidewalk, he turned to her and grinned. "Not with me, you haven't. Come on. Think of it as a chance to get to know your enemy.".