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I’d wanked myself off so many times but this was on a totally different level. I was cumming and I was bucking and writhing but she keeps her mouth clamped to me and her fingers are working inside me. I’m cumming so hard and juices are flowing like crazy. I can feel them. I hope it’s cum but it feels like I’ve pissed myself.“Fuck me! Fuck me!” I’m saying it over and over. My body aches from the orgasm which just seems to go on and on and all the time Grace is working on me.Now I’m rigid. My back is arched and I’m crying and laughing and screaming and Grace just carries on, drawing every last bit of orgasm out of me. I am sweating and panting as she slows her finger fucking down and gently switches from licking to kissing and I’m coming back down to earth.I look down my body and see her looking up at me. All I can see are her green eyes and mane of red hair as she continues to finish her meal of my cunt. Then she looks upp. Her lower face is covered in wet juice. I feel. You moan softly as my finger tips part your pussy lips and touch your clit. I insert two fingers inside you and you gasp with pleasure. My kisses wander down your tummy, Princess. I know where I’m going – I have fantasized about this for ages. Oh dear God, I’m going to violate my daughter orally! This is so wrong and wicked, yet I am powerless to stop. I must have my tongue inside your genitals! I must eat your pussy! You begin to writhe and moan. You ask, “What are you doing, daddy? What are you…?” My lips find your vulva and my tongue begins lapping up your innocent juices. You taste heavenly. My cock throbs with pure unbridled lust. Look at what I’m doing! What kind of perverted father orally sodomizes his own daughter?! You cry out in shock and surprise. Your thighs close around my head. But my mouth is locked in place. I suck your pussy lips, and lick your clit. My thumb enters your wet pussy. My index finger enters into your ass. You gasp even louder, as your pelvis humps and.
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The food came. Hamburgers and fries. "Thank God," I said aloud. She giggled again. I looked her over as we ate. Maybe forty-five, intelligent. Beautiful, as I'd noticed earlier, and mysterious. I was stuffed. I wiped my mouth on the expensive blanket sized napkin. "Is that a birthmark?" she said finally. "Yes, but what does that have to do with anything," I said. She just stared and smiled. I looked askance at her. "You don't remember me do you," she said. "No," I said. "I know I'd remember." "Well, you'd be wrong then. We did meet. We even spent the night together. It was years ago," she said. "Look lady, I ain't much, but I got a little pride left, not much but a little. I know for a fact that I have never walked in the kind of circles you walk in. We never met." "Hear me out," she said. "Twenty years ago, you found me in a doorway freezing my ass off. You fed me, gave a place to stay for the night, and then . . ." "Carmela!" She smiled broadly. "You do remember. I'm.

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