Lupe said that he went to see the sculpture that he read about in my story about how Mave and I met. I was impressed and thought that this was a good ...start. We ended up walking around the museum until closing time, talking about the exhibits together. It was then that Lupe asked if we wanted to get some dinner together. Before I had a chance to answer or ask Mave if she wanted to, Mave answered that she knew a place we could go to. I was glad to see Mave warming up to the situation. She was. “Yes, Daddy. I love being a good little slut for you,” I answered. I opened my legs as wide as possible, enjoying the feel of my fingers teasing my pussy as I sucked on Daddy’s throbbing, rock hard cock. My index and middle finger rubbed and tugged on my clit at a feverish pace as I took him as deep as I could before feeling the need to gag. Tears began to roll from my eyes; I pulled my head away to take a breath. My mouth popped off his cock and I started panting, spit shining on my chin and. I'm glad what happened next happened.I kept rubbing it. Up. Down. Left. Right. Brittany was moaning, but unfelt she deserved more. I started to rub it in circles. Semi circles, big circles, little circles, all while I gave it to her T-square style. She squeezed her legs together so her lips would be tighter. Nothing was more perfect than what we had going. I felt her vagina contract."Mmm is it cumming?" I smiled excitedly and youthfully. After all, I was just a kid."Ye--YEAHH." her vagina was. Is it time for breakfast?”Oh my. Charlotte at the best of times had the mind of a 10-year-old, but sometimes that of a 5-year-old. “No, not yet. Why don’t you come down to the TV room with me?”I helped her up, she was eager to do something. Damn, she was wearing white flannel pajamas with a 5-button top. As I helped her up, I noticed only 4 buttons were fastened, presenting a great view of her deep cleavage. “Come on down to the RV room. A few others are still up and would love your.