Then they were gone.“We could just teleport,” Béla suggested as Jake’s old flitter rumbled toward the underground exit.“I like to fly,” Jak...e replied. “I can’t just take off like you do – I need extra equipment – no wings, you know.”Béla sighed and thought, ‘I finally get him alone and all he wants to do is play airplane!’ Then she suddenly got an idea. “How about ... aerial combat?” she asked excitedly. “Does this thing have guns?”Jake laughed. “No guns, sweetheart. But we could probably get. “Oh, Daddy, I feel it coming! I feel it coming, please don’t stop, Oh, please don’t stop, don’t stop………..AHHHHHHHHHhhhhh……… DON’T STOP!” she cried as her little 3 inch tool began to expel its cream all over her tummy, “Daddy, It feels so good! Please don’t stop.”As Bobby injected his sperm into his daughter, she could feel his dick twitch and spasm while she continued to squirt hers with every inward thrust of his against her prostate. When she finally finished her orgasm, Bobby put his arms. Few drops spurted out as a result but soon the trickle stopped as well. I moved onto her left breast back, nibbling her nipple with my lips.Though her right breast needed no more stimulation, my left palm didn’t leave it. It continued to rub and squeeze her breast, spreading my saliva around her areola. My lips and tongue sucked her left nipple and the right palm crushed her base.A thin stream of milk gushed into my mouth as soon as I did it. My feelings were high at that moment. I started. ”“Example?”“Well ... you know how some folks, archeologists and such, extrapolate that girls mature sooner than boys?”“Go on.”“Trish was the one that taught Froggy and me how to ... um, you know.” Oops.Ms. Sloane tilted her head. Looking at me much like my mother and a certain aunt do from time to time. It’s a look that says ‘don’t dick around, tell me all.’ Or else.“Masturbate.” I sort of gushed it out, not a subject about which I now wished had never burbled to the surface, topic-wise....