Soon her tongue probed my tongue. Lust rose throughout my body. My erect sensitive clit ached with pleasure under her gentle strumming. My orgasm buil... slowly and inexorably. Soon I was moaning and heaving on the bed. Pleasure roared through my body. As my breathing returned to normal Liz moved again, down between my thighs. She placed my legs over her shoulders, rolled my lower body upwards, and gave herself complete access to my exposed pouting pussy. Her tongue travelled along the length of. Sonal’s pain gradually dissipated.I put more oil around her entire back, let the oil flow down her sides. I was now using each of my palms on the sides of her spine and rubbing it down with increased pressure. I then started massaging her elbows and her neck. Her entire back was glistening with the oil, and it looked ravishing.I gradually moved my hands down on her pearly white perky ass. As I touched them, Sonal let out a stifled yelp.”Aah, aah!” I poured more oil onto her ass cheeks. The oil. Genius though I was, Lee Wyatt, me, did not see it coming: the maturation of my daughter, Zoe Hardy.Whenever the Hardys brought my daughter over for my time with her, I was uniformly in the house, or, at most just outside waiting on them. The same when they came to pick her up.Whether it was Grant or Penelope doing the dropping or the picking up, they did their best to park as close to the front of my place, apartment 103 as they could. This Sunday morning’s pick up, it was 9:13 a.m. Penelope. It is a large joint that is always crowded on Friday nights with live music, pool tables and plenty of men to choose from.I got a bottle of my favorite lager and started to walk around alone in the crowded bar, enjoying the eyes on me and watching the reactions as my open shirt flashed a good deal of my breasts. I was on the prowl and was enjoying every moment of being seen.I was on my second beer when it happened.“Hey Darlin’. What are you looking for tonight?” said the voice.I turned towards.