She already thought that her daddy was a superhero but after tonight I would be ‘Super Pussy Licker’ the daddy that ninety-nine daughters out of a... hundred prefer. I was brought back to reality as I felt that familiar churning in my balls as the cum started building up. I gave her a couple of seconds warning but she stuck with it. Soon I was firing gobs of cum into her mouth. She gagged as the first one hit the back of her throat. As she pulled off I shot one right up her nose then I hit her. (her perspective was warped at best. We had sex 1 maybe 2 times a month.)I looked at her in disbelief. All this time and she thinks it's a run on sentence and she can pick up where she left off. I was so pissed, I couldn't stand it. But I took a deep breath and gathered my senses. "Actually, there is a lot more to that..." I tapped into her need to hear the gossip. "We should go somewhere to talk." I was trying to have a pow wow with her to plant the seed for something more diabolical down the. No one would come to his "rescue"if he screamed! When Mary Lou's pussy was stuffed with travellingsalesman cock, she didn't hear nuthin'. And once Daddy got into bedwith Peggy Sue, he wouldn't leave it to avoid a tidal wave.Leslie was a mere pantyboy. Tiny and helpless to resist the man'svirile ferocity!All of which excited Leslie so much that he nearly emptied his itsy-bitsy balls right then and there.And neither he nor Fuller were even naked yet.An easy fix.Fuller looked with wide eyes as. The mailbox for 1210 was labeled ‘Ackerman’. Moore had married maybe? Was she living with someone else? His pudgy thumb punched the doorbell insistently, until the door swung open a crack at last. ‘Special delivery letter for Sarah Moore’ he intoned into the narrow opening, moving so that the woman could see his postal uniform. ‘You’ll have to sign for it ma’am.’ ‘There’s nobody here by that name,’ the voice returned, the crack widening to the length of the security chain. Feake studied the.