You want to be Daddy's good little girl, don't you? Then cum for me babygirl. Cum for Daddy! Cum NOW!" I growled.As I had suspected, the loss of Judy'...s father the way it happened affected her profoundly. Judy was very much a "Daddy's girl" and having him die like he did was causing her to put up walls to her own happiness and the success of her marriage. By my taking his place–at least acting the part–she had "Daddy" back and she was free of her own mental constraints."Yes, Daddy! Yes, I'm. "I had one hell of a night last night thinking about how wrong it is..." Oh, I know!" she gasped. Her pussy was already wet. She had awakened with her clit tingling, she had fought herself to keep from playing with her cunt and breasts the whole morning. This evil obsession she had for her brother was unnatural, it had shaken her to the roots of her being."I need a drink!" he muttered, pulling into a road-side parking lot. The neon sign on the building not far away said Trapdoor Saloon. They. You gave a groan, before telling her, "Like it says on my ID on the table, I was born in 1997. I am well over the legal age to buy and drink alcohol."The old lady gave a dismissive glance-over at your driver's license, before curling her arms and saying flatly, "I don't think this is a real ID."This wasn't the first time you've ever experienced this, and this certainly won't be the last time either.Your name is John Doe, and you are short. Short enough that people still mistake you as a. But it was all well within reason and we all had a great time.Around 2 am, I and my wife went for dinner as she was hungry and I was pretty tipsy. I was horny since kissing Ridhima and took my wife back to the room and banged her in doggy style very roughly! She loved every bit of me and our session.While fucking my wife, I couldn’t stop thinking about Ridhima. Soon, my wife passed out like a baby with so much alcohol in her system and a good fuck. But I was still thinking of Ridhima.I messaged.