I am going to cum. Cum for me baby I tell her. Fill my mouth with that sweet juice. She obliges and her box pours into my mouth. She is so wet I t...hink my entire hand could have slipped in her at that point in time. I slide her off of my face and she smiles at me. You are covered in my juices, and she starts to kiss my lips and beard to clean them off. Licking every spot her cum laid. On your back I tell her, and pull her up by her legs. She screams and giggles and says I wanted this. It was already rock hard. She stroked it gently, not wanting to wake him."Here's your breakfast," said Liz, standing over her with a tray. Anna let out a stifled shriek of surprise, waking her father. He turned, gasped, and then sat up."Sorry, dad," said Liz, "but Anna told me last night that she wanted me to wake her at nine this morning with breakfast. When I got up, I noticed her door was open, and she wasn't there. I knew where she'd be, so I made breakfast for both of you." She set down. Der Kaffetisch war liebevoll gedeckt. Tischdecke, frische Brötchen geholt; ein weiches Ei mit neckischen Wärmeschutz versehen stand hinter den Tellern. Auf meinem lag der Hochzeitsstrauß von Fee. Darunter ein mit Füller handgeschriebener Brief.Seidenblumenstrauß von Fees HochzeitstraußDas rote Höschen von FeeFreudig sprang Fee von ihrem Stuhl auf, als sie uns beide sah. Sie hatte nur ihr kleines rotes Höschen an. Sie sprang mir um die Arme, drückte mich mit nie von ihr vorher so empfangener. Her nightgown and bathrobe were plain; not sexy at all. She had gained a little weight and didn’t stand up straight. Compared to the strippers last night, she was positively ugly.“You look like shit. There was a time you were the prettiest girl on campus.”His wife didn’t bother to answer. She knew that if she did rise to the bait, that he’d start rambling on about getting surgery to increase her bust size and shots to give her duck lips like some sort of stripper. She didn’t want to look like a.