It was instinctual, fast, and despite how good it felt, it still felt dirty. This was a new feeling entirely. It was intimate, innocent, and deeply co...nfusing. Here were two people who shared so much, had slept next to one another dozens of times, and now they were holding on to Taylor like they must have held each other all those nights, as if by doing so they could somehow feel one another. “Oh well,” Taylor thought, “ I’m not going to figure this out just laying here.” It was still early in. .. my God, no!' she supplicated, throwing her head back but still keeping her eyes shut as if to exclude the sight she dreaded, 'Oh! ... you don't really mean to ... to ...' she broke down, utterly unable to clothe in words the overwhelming fear that she was now to be violated!I stepped up to her, passed my left arm round her waist and drew her trembling figure to me, thrilling at the exquisite sensation caused by the touch of our naked bodies against each other. We were now both facing the. The sounds and strong smell of sex, Frida had certainly fucked before, she got down in deep and thrust her hips forward, making daddy's cock stimulate her fledgling g-spot, 'Fuck me daddy', she moaned over and over as my frustration and place in daddy's heart was supplanted, I could do that, I thought.Suddenly they both stopped, and Frida with a wicked smile on her face, and daddy's cock wedged deep into her, turned to face me, 'My phone', she demanded, and I did as she bade, taking the. He groaned one final time, and Tilly stood up flashing him the most loving look, and then she leaned in, her lips against his ear and whispered, “How does victory feel?” She kissed his cheek. “How about you find out?” he whispered back, pulling Tilly onto his lap. As she straddled him, their lips met and he kissed her, hard. He reached under Tilly’s dress and felt at her wet panties. Deftly, he moved the fabric to the side and ran a finger up her engorged slit, feeling her wetness,.