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"Jessica picked up the paper and pretended to immediately immerse herself in the front page. Then she slid her hips to the edge of the cushion and slo...ly, carefully spreading her thighs. She felt her skirt ride up. If Albert looked at her, he would have a clear view of the curly red-haired lips of his daughter's tight, juicy cunt. Seconds later, Jessica heard her dad's sharp intake of breath. He was looking, all right. She made herself wait nearly a minute, frowning studiously at the front. "Those fellas'll all think I do it with girls, if they see you kiss me." You do do it with girls," Laura whispered, eyes twinkling."Only with one," Karen said with a straight face. "But that one is hotter than any man I ever knew. Say, you look a little bit like her." Maybe you recognize these," Laura smiled, baring her teeth.Karen's eyes closed briefly, and Laura could see how it affected her. "Come into the bathroom with me," she whispered."Are you kidding? This is a bar. There'll be people. Just your sobs and screams. Youwill note there isn't another house close by.? I pointed out the threespanwindow overlooking the bed. The curtain were pulled back and all you couldsee was a tree-covered hill and the backyard of the house, surrounded by bushesand other growth. I like the daylight and I wanted to see her in full agonyin the sunlight. As the afternoon progressed the sun would cover the bed. ?Oh Daddy,? she spoke in her eleven year old voice, ?Daddy I'm a scared.? Icould see she was. He stops, grinning from ear to ear. He begins to kiss up my stomach towards my breasts. I groan in frustration as he begins to suck on my nipples. Rubbing my cunt on his thigh, I begin whimper more, asking him to make me cum. "Aw, I don't think you want it badly enough yet," he says. "Oh god, please Xavier. Don't make me beg." You made me beg, you bad girl-" he slides his fingers up my slit "- fair is fair." XAVIER PLEASE!!!" I beg, "make me cum! I need.. I need it now!" Nope. Not quite good.
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