My daughter is so close. I need to get her over the edge. I look closely as I smash into her over and over. She keeps glancing at her mother’s crotc...h. Then tries to make out with Leslie’s unconscious mouth. She’s so infatuated with women. But needs her daddy’s hard cock to ram her hard at the same time. The little deviant. So I reach down and plunge my finger into Leslie’s sloppy cunt beneath her, digging around and scooping up plenty of mucusy grool. The I pull it out and lean forward,. Before we sat down and talked it out, I'd traced the number through British Telecom's recall system and spent almost half an hour talking to their mother, like me she was crying and I actually felt for her!She told me how it was for her then, how she'd wanted to keep the twins, how she'd cried when they went to the home and how she'd never been allowed to trace them."How did you then?" I asked softly,She demurred, saying that she'd rather tell me face to face tomorrow,"I Gather that you're just. She was a gorgeous blond girl, in her early twenties, short, showing off her body in a festively coloured bikini, which was exceptional because every other prostitute I had seen wore slutty lingerie. She also stood out because she didn't beckon me to come over with her finger, she gave me a subtile wink and let me get a good look at her body. She was thin, pale skin, platinum blonde hair, nice b-cup titties and a nice round ass, I was so impressed I walked by a couple of times, which I think. The two became good friends and quickly found out they had other things in common as well. The South American quickly found her number and made the call.“Hello? Rory? Hi, it’s Vic! How are you doing? It’s been a while… well, can I ask what are you doing tonight? Well, I am just asking… if you are free tonight, you can come here at my place and we could see what the two of us could do… aham… really? Aham… when you can come here? At 9? Okay, I will wait for you then… I’ll be ready for you..