You cant keep coming in here and touching daddys privates. As he continued to speak, I couldnt help but to zone out and look in his lap. His privates&...hellip, his DICK, was big, like it was every night when I came to come see him. It looked even bigger with him sitting up, it looked as if it were trying to reach from beneath the covers and kiss his stomach. I was mesmerized. Unable to control myself, I began to reach down and touch it. My fingers grazed the tip, and my father pulled my hand. 5 inch heels and all. She only hoped that she could walk in them, but was confident. After all, she'd managed the much shorter heels she was wearing without difficulty. Picking up a couple pairs of handcuffs and assorted other toys, she went up to the cashier to pay for them all, feeling the warm ache in her pussy as she thought about all the fun she could have with her purchases. The cashier was a woman who was in her mid twenties, and dressed up like a slut, though she had to admit that. "Aren't you having dinner?" Leslie asked coyly."Later. I would like a bite of yours though. If you don't mind."Okay!" Leslie said as she pushed the fork into the thick shit cake. Using her knife she cut into the firm turd and sliced off a small piece. She turned the fork to Gina, waiting for her to take it."Feed it to me, love!" she said, her eyes closing slightly.Leslie pushed the chunk of black shit meat into Gina's mouth. When she pulled the fork back out, Gina began to chew. Leslie whatched. Just as I came, she leaned back to give me full penetration, as well as a little more pressure on her G-spot. Then she slapped her clit with her fingers, three times in a row, and climaxed herself. Her muscles must have been aching from fucking in such an extended stance, but she didn't seem to care.After hard fucking, she liked cuddling, and she and I just nestled into each other's arms. I traced my finger around the butterfly tat under her navel, and she drew circles around my nipples as we.