I waited in the kitchen, barefoot, feeling my vagina quivering, eager to mate, to serve, to be filled. Most Fridays Daddy took a good hour to enjoy me... in lots of different ways. I learned a new position almost every week. Last week it was "hang ten" from behind with my hands on my knees which was great and the week before it was penetrating standing which made me scream and about broke Daddy's back.In he came, smiling but with another man, a young man right behind him, disappointing me. I. Slowly he sank to his knees, his hands caressing her naked bottom as his lips kissed her belly and pelvis and thighs, working inwards to her center. Finally he buried his nose in the soft triangle of her bush, inhaling delightedly. Marion put her hands on his head in benediction, arching her back and closing her eyes as she sighed with desire."Oh yes" she whispered.She pushed her hips forward, tilting her pussy towards his eager waiting mouth. Jack flicked his tongue out, touching her clitoris. She strips down almost naked, leaving on her plain white bra. This seems strange since she couldn’t have been much more than a small pair of a-cups. Modesty can take the strangest forms. She was no spring chicken, but she had a decent body for a woman her age. When she settles in on her back and spreads her legs, I’m amused to see that she’s completely bald down there. I’m also a little disappointed by this as I was hoping to find out if the carpet matched the d****s at her age. Margaret. I like good old American light beers like Bud light, Coors light, Miller, ect. I’m not even a fan of IPAs or craft beers. Still, I opened one and sipped it as I heard the toilet flush.She walked out fixing her cover-up down as she did. She looked so rough in the light of the apartment. She grabbed the six-pack and walked around toward the couch. I followed. She kicked some clothes on the floor off to the side and sat down. I sat down next to her.?Thanks for the ride.??Thanks for the drink.? I.