I slid my hands up her body, my pale fingers caressing her dark flesh. I found her large, soft tits. I squeezed them, loving how she moaned into her d...ughter's snatch.“Oh, Mama, you taste good!” Melissa moaned.“Does she, slut?” I growled, thrusting so hard, loving my power. “Does your daughter taste good?”“Yes!” she moaned. “I... I shouldn't like this, but... It's so wrong! So forbidden! I... Yes!”The MILF came on my cock.The thrill of her first-time experiencing incestuous passion rippled. I applied some ointments in the scratches and slept in the bed. My eyes were filled with her ass. I was scolding myself for not agreeing her to apply ointments. I thought about her and her ass made my night, a sleepless one. The next day, where no one was there in my home, I was in my lobby expecting her. The door was locked and I felt like missing her. Then I heard the Scooty PEP’s sound. I saw, it was she in Jeans and tight tops climbing up the stairs. Her wardrobe exposed her shapes clearly.. Not just that, but girls always seemed so mysterious withtheir whole feminine mystic. Maybe it was just him, but it always feltlike all girls were in the know of some secret that they didn't want totell you."You guess so?" Liam asked sarcastically. He rubbed at the nearlytranslucent blonde stubble on his chin. He had bragged for weeks when hefinally started to get facial hair growing in last year. Blonde headedguys always had it tough in the facial hair department. "Everyone knowsgirls love. This story is very difficult to write, you would think it would be easy since it really happened and all the details just have to be written down, but no, it isn't. First there's the little problem that the wrong person might actually read it, like my Mother, or my Sister (who I have already shown anyways), or the Pope in Rome. I've been spending quite some time in my room writing lately and my family is probably becoming suspicious. I don't know if the Pope is aware of my scribbling and.