Nervously, his hands reached up and grasped Carolyn around her waist, high enough that he slipped his thumbs up and grazed her aching nipples.Carolyn ...quealed and her eyes flew open as she felt her father's thumbs on her nipples. Mike didn't even notice. His eyes were glazed over with lust, no longer aware of where he was or who was on his leg. He continued pounding his hard thigh onto his daughter's pussy.Carolyn couldn't take the agony anymore. Her outstretched hands came down and grasped her. Like my father’s farm, the cottage lay in the western lee of the Pennine Hills. In spring and summer, the hillsides were green with the young grass and bracken, which turned to burnished gold in the light of the late autumn sun. The open fields dotted with the white specks of the sheep which were allowed to roam free until the first winter snow. The cottage was separated from the road by an ancient stone wall of local grey limestone covered in colourful patches of lichen and with ferns growing. I sat and watched T.V. with her, but in all honesty, I watched her pussy soak even more.Each time I looked, rose gave me a whip and asked let out a low moan. I knew her pussy was aching for attention, so I reached out and touched her pussy, her hips drove forward and my index finger sunk in to the first knuckle, and she moaned softly.I pulled my finger out and started to lick it clean slowly while staring at her. She whimpered again and got up to jump on me, and then I jumped up and ran to my. At the beginning of December, all of the employees were told of a special company Christmas Party between Christmas and New Years, and it was to be held in a special cabin in the northern part of the state. I guess Jill, the president of the company held the Christmas Party there every year, and the other employees looked forward to it. All of the company stores would be closed for a day, and everyone told me how these parties were very special, and were a lot of fun. I received a memo from.