This girl had taken my futa-dick back here before.And she’d loved it.“Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped. “Oh, Lady Sasha, that’s amazing. That’s ...hat I need!”I sank into her bowels. My hands slid around and found those big breasts of hers. They were fake, but oh, so much fun to play with. I squeezed into her silicone implants, kneading them as her asshole clutched about my dick. I rubbed my small tits into her oiled back.She moaned and then she flexed her thighs, sliding her cunt up Dad’s cock. He. ..He and his wife, Donna, always showed up early to help setup the church along with my family. While my father slipped into his office to ready for his sermon, and my mother and the whore were busy making sure all the printed off sermon guides were on the pews, I headed to seduce Deacon Bill, a coquettish smile on my face.He was a handsome man, old, in his thirties, tall, handsome, with the roguish good-looks of a James Dean—well, not that roguish, but who is? I slipped into his office where. The response was almost immediate – a sharp intake of breath and a swelling in her clit. As I sucked it, it continued to grow. Then I flicked my tongue across it and I felt her squirm. I flicked again, and again, until I was sucking and flicking my tongue across the very tip of her clit.She shoved her pussy against me, willing me on. So I lowered my hands from her panties and arse and finger fucked her as I sucked. Her pussy was drenched by now and my fingers were soon soaking with her. “OH GOD NO! Please, I’ll do whatever you want, just please don’t hurt my Carla ... don’t hurt my little girl!” Darlene said, terrified.“Then you had better cooperate. I’m sure you don’t want your husband coming home to a tragedy,” he said.“It would put a damper on his trip if he was to, say, pull into the garage and find his wife and daughter hanging from the rafter waiting for him! Or find his wife dead in the bedroom and his daughter missing.“I have friends who could smuggle her across the.