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A tremor ran through her torso, from her clit, navel and nipples through to the underside of her lips and the back of her throat. As if on cue, he shifted his position so that she might also take her advantage, slip her hand through the denim’s false pocket to little resistance beneath until she met the strength of his response to her. He smiled at her, and in the creases of his face she saw countless journeys, endless destinations, and it was in her saliva that she tasted the joy that dripped from those journeys, the nectar collected, the liqueur distilled. Suddenly, his fingers took up more of a momentum and the crack of her cheeks gave way beneath his fingers to a momentary grace of her eye and on to the surface of swollen lips and a risen clit. He had reached low to achieve this, dipping his shoulder to her side and kissing her neck as a superficial distraction, but one that nonetheless loosened her saliva once more and released surges through her lips and tongue. Retreating. ” I said, as I excused myself. I went up to the bedroom that daddy and I had been sharing ever since mom moved out, leaving daddy and Mr. Miller alone to talk. I decided to take a shower while daddy entertained his guess. After taking a hot shower I laid on the bed hoping that Mr. Miller would soon be gone, and daddy and I could get back to some prime time fucking. I had come back into the living room where daddy and Mr. Miller had been drinking beer and talking. I noticed the way they both looked at me as I passed through to go to the kitchen. After grabbing a soda I walked back into the living room when daddy asks me to come join him and Mr. Miller on the couch. I sat between daddy and his old army buddy, of course daddy could not keep his hands to himself for very long. Grabbing a hand full of tits, daddy started to untie the white lace nightie that I had brought a few days ago. I still didn’t know what was going on, I was still worried about Mr. Miller knowing that daddy and I.
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