Destiny DeVille POV

Hearing that, he put his Babes hands on my waist and lifted me up to him. Instinctually, I slid my arms around his neck. At first, he just brushed his lips softly across mine, and then he pulled me tighter to him and kissed me again, this time sliding his tongue into my mouth. I felt like a rag doll in his powerful arms. That kiss only lasted a few seconds, but it was enough to melt away my nervousness. And then he lifted me again and lowered me back to my feet. Seconds later, he was popping the top on his beer and having a seat on the sofa. He noticed my empty glass, “M, get your mother a fresh drink.” “Yes, Daddy,” and she set about to do just that. Jeff was staring right indian at me when he said, “I’ve wanted you since the first time we met.” And then he immediately followed that with a question, “When is the last time you had sex? Please be honest.” “Three . . . three years.” I managed to get out. Mandy was just returning with my drink, “Mom!” Jeff shot his head around to her. He put his finger to his lips. That caused my daughter to blush bright red. She’d just been scolded by her Daddy, and it visibly affected her. She lowered her head and stared at the floor. When he turned his attention back to me, he said, “If you don’t mind, I’d like you to tell me about that, where, and who—the circumstances.” After handing me my drink, Mandy went to him and sat on the floor between his feet. He responded by reaching down and gently stroking her hair. I think that’s really when it soaked in on me just how submissive my daughter was to this boy. I’d prepared myself for him to strip me naked and fuck my brains out, but I’d never considered him wanting to talk. I took a big sip of my drink, and then a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “I . . . I attended a friends bachelorette party. We tits went to a comedy club. We had a limo waiting, so we were free to drink as much as we wanted. After the show, the five of us were invited backstage and then to the bar at the hotel where the performers were staying. Jeffrey asked. Spending the rest of our lives in a government lab was a real concern.” Meanwhile, Brie felt soft and fuzzy and more than a little moist herself. Not a piece of underwear between us. He picked up speed as Chloe’s moans increased. I swiftly climbed the short flights of stairs to the first floor. I wanted to ask her to wait out front for her father, but I didn't want her sitting out on the side walk alone in the dark. By the fourth one I was really getting in the groove and enjoying the moment, as were the other two. I pick dare. I looked at the timestamp and realized that I had about 4 and a tits half minutes to go... I went into the kitchen to find the coffee already brewed and the bagels on the dining room table, but there was no sign of either Jeff or Tom. And so nowadays, I'm just 'shootin' indian blanks.' By now, she was sobbing uncontrollably in his hand, his palm drowning out her sounds. I then felt so sleepy I was glad to make it to the bed and collapse there on top of the covers. He was clearly in the throes of sexual bliss, probably because Erica was kneeling on the floor between his legs and sucking his cock. She quickly closed the door and walked to her room. just the way he wanted it to be. “Dude, I love you and I wish I could. “Futa-Mom,” I whimpered. Several times as he Babes drove me home I caught him staring at my legs or chest. "Slide off the couch and lay on you back sis and put your hands above you head." My resolve to stay calm is tested severely by hairy-hands though. I ran back into my room and closed my door softly. Mr. Slater then started work tying Brooke’s long black hair into a crown braid, something she had wished as well as applying a basic layer of make-up to her face. She might have been a shower instead of a grower, but the few inches she would gain as well as the straighter poise of her cock, she knew, would easily bring her victory. "You mean I need to swallow your...um..." My husband glanced at me, arching an eyebrow. “I could fuck her if I wasn't her president. “One hundred.” Matthew topped smoothly, that probably only representing half his chip count, the highest and most comfortable bid.