You know how Darcie likes it, but don't pretend she's me. I still like my pussy licked ever so slowly, but hardly too. So, make your daughter feel goo...."I nodded and began slathering her lips lazily, and I placed my palms on her thighs. I grabbed them hard, but not too hard. I was nervous, but still managed to think somewhat clearly. I only had Chloe on my mind, even with Darcie still fucking me.I got the intense scent of Chloe's slit, and it infected my brain, too, making me want to make her. I lost my balance and stumbled into him, but he swallowed my startled cry into his mouth with one crushing, breath-stealing, triumphant kiss. Ben’s kisses. They need their own explanation. I have never felt someone claim ownership with just their mouth on mine. His kisses were HARD, his hand snarled into my red curls and pulling my head back, forcing me to offer my mouth up, his lips pressing and moving in a way that I just had to open mine, his tongue in my mouth with no hesitation,. I was from a small farming town in Indiana and was now in Columbus, Ohio, starting school at a Bell and Howell school called Ohio Institute of Technology, and taking classes at Ohio State in music. Having just graduated in May I was moving into an apartment there in June.Finally glad to be away from the little Podunk town that had been my upbringing. The apartment building I was gonna call home was part school housing, but about half was still open to the public too. When I moved in there were. I let my hand drift down her back to her thigh and she stiffens even more. "Who says your father is my friend?" I reply, before forcing my lips to hers and gripping her even tighter. She arches in my arms, even as she gives in, kissing me tentatively back as I coax her along. Keeping a tight hold on my control, which wavers as her pelvis grinds into mine. I run my hand around between her thighs, gently lifting the skirt of her dress and trailing my fingers over silky soft skin and lacy panties..