I have never seen my daughter so wasted and horny.Remember, Are u sure, asked I. OKAY, FATHER, this one time ONLY. So, with horny daughter & equally a...roused father, I picked her up with her legs around my hips, pushed up her short skirt, moved the tiny panties, and she directed between heaving pants, to her friends bedroom.I flopped her on the bed, and Janet told me….NOW! Just fuck me! No romance, that’s for mother. I did what I did to her mother…agonizingly slow fuck, fast in, very slow out!. With the clamoring sounds of footsteps around her, Laylah really thought nothing of it when a pair of them stopped suddenly behind her. At the moment she was about to turn around, she heard someone whisper into her ear."Nice to see you Laylah."Her heart quickly beat beneath the black velvet dress. The soft, and familiar, scent of sage gently brushed the inner depth of her nasal passages. The smell reminded Laylah of the comfort in the familiarity of home, yet she wasn't back home.Inhaling. "Your friend Mark seems like a great guy," Cindy said as she heard me set the drink down on the table. A few minutes later, Ann called from the kitchen to tell me to fire up the grill.Dinner was great as the girls and Mark continued to chat sending me into the kitchen for new rounds of drinks. As the sun has slipped down and the evening took hold, Mark suggested a little dip in the pool. Cindy went into the house to use the restroom and Mark instructed Ann and me to disrobe and slip into the. A total delight that had me swaying and groaning to the pinnacle of my orgasm. Ms. Lyon sucked out the last spurts of my jizz. She gulped them down. I swayed there, heart racing.I loved having mind-control panties.Sasha FordHow long would I have to wait in here?“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Mrs. Quick. She shuddered beneath Mildred, their tits pressed tight. “Oh, I love your futa-cum pumping into me.”I squirmed my thighs together. My panties were so soaked, I was certain my jean shorts were, too. I.