She had shaved down there and was very smooth. She started rubbing herself as I licked and fingered. She finally was satisfied, gushing and soaking my...face and the bedsheets. She kept rubbing until finishing. It was pretty hot watching her shake uncontrollably.I moved up between her thick thighs. She reached down and guided me into her. It made a slurpy sound as I penetrated deep into her. I had to go slow because of her back issues. It was hard not slapping hard into her. I had my hands. No spanking" I agreed quickly & tried to sit up. His hands wrapped tightly around my waist, lifting me up & forcing me to straddle His lap, facing him. I felt so open, so exposed. My panties were a thin barrier against the cold morning, but there was something different..it felt as if there was something..wet..in my panties. I squirmed uncomfortably, looking Daddy in the eyes. Suddenly, his pupils got very large and he blinked slowly, tightening his grip on my waist. "Kristin, I can smell you.. . What’s the politically correct way to say it... ? Mentally challenged... ? I think that’s the best way to put it. She wasn’t all there. She was a great mother – but she was very strange. She never did anything weird when anyone was around, she never showed me up infront of my friends – but when no-one else was around, she just did whatever she felt like doing...”She barely pauses, “When I was a little girl, I was very aware that she was having sex with dogs ... I have vague memories of her. I never thought anything about it until one day when Amy told me that she heard her sister telling her friend that she likes me. She’d been picking her up every day so she could see me, but hasn’t said anything because she’s a little nervous about what I might say. As soon as she finished telling me, Jennifer showed up to take her sister home. ‘So you keep picking her up just to see me?’ I said with a smirk. ‘What?!’ ‘You should make sure Amy’s not listening when you’re talking about things you.