His other hand slipped round to Jenny's cunt and began stroking her wet mound. The two girls looked at each other and giggled. "But, there's one condi...tion.", he added. Jenny was beginning to like the feel of her father's hand on her pussy and pressed herself against it. "What's that, Daddy!", she murmured. "I want to join you." "You... you mean, you want to fuck us, Daddy?", asked Jenny, trying to conceal her excitement at the very thought of it."Don't you like the idea, baby?", replied her. It was too easy to stage. He needed to get the code number from the side of the can of oil. The picture was not good enough for computer enhancement, so he was back to square one. Then he smiled and said, ‘Not if your tenants have a roach problem.’ He picked up his cell phone and made a call. Three days later, a well-respected pest-control company, ‘Nuzzle Nollen’, received a call, from a Tenant’s Association, advising them that they had a roach problem, and apparently, their last spraying was. “Eat my pussy, or I will have to punish you.”My eyes flicked to the wall covered in lashes, whips, paddles, and canes. I tongued her faster. I pressed my mouth into her pussy, licking and nibbling, I moved my hand up from her ass to probe her pussy. I sank into her hot depths while she humped against me. I pumped in and out of her silky flesh.A strange itch formed in my own pussy. Hot and itching. I squirmed, my hips quaking. I bit my lip, struggling not to get caught up in the excitement of. Or maybe it could turn into two or three rolls if things go good. Today, my name is Brenda and I’m a waitress. I live in a garage apartment and am casually seeing Dennis. I make decent money, and am looking forward to buying a few new items for my fall and winter wardrobes. The safe will still be there in a few months when I again have extra money to put into it. Today my name is Clarice. My short strawberry blond curls frame my face and accentuate my blue eyes. Women always ask me where I got.