Fat feckless and over fifty. A life needlessly snuffed out. It happens, far too often. We’re killing each other in droves far more efficiently th...an some vague shadowy organisation that our government scares us with. The car is a most lethal weapon of mass destruction and nothing is being done about this carnage. Sorry, I’m just so angry. He was only 42. I was shocked when I saw Allan’s son at the funeral service. I haven’t seen the boy for at least 4 years. He’s 16 now and is a ringer. “Still, it’s kind of distinctive, and cool: ‘[email protected]’. Miles better than a Gmail or whatever.”“Her Gmail’s [email protected],” I smiled. “That’s why we had to give her a new one.” She could have just had a new Gmail of course, but I suppose I’d wanted to add that little extra attachment for her.“She’s so lucky, having you for a dad.”“She’s lucky having you for a girlfriend,” I reciprocated.“I’m very lucky,” said Saffie, nude next to us and stroking a plump and sensitive D-cup,. I gathered every scrap of willpower I had and slid off him. I kissed, licked and nipped my way down his chest, letting my hair trail my path downward. I settled between his thighs and took his massive cock in my hand enjoying the flash in his eyes, disappointment at my decision mixed with anticipation and pure heat. I ran my tongue up the underside of his cock from balls to tip and delicately flicked his frenulum before running the tip of my tongue around the base of his head. "Mmm," I. Squeezing her tits with one hand, Terry reached out with her other and began slapping the mattress as wonderful sensations spread through her cunt. Her daddy's tongue darted forward repeatedly. And though she couldn't see it, she certainly felt it. Boy, did she!"Oh, Daddy! Daddy! What a tongue you have! Let me feel more of it. Let me feel your hot tongue deep in my little pussy."Terry moved her hips in circles as she enjoyed her father's tongue. Waves of bliss swept up into her cunt-hole and.