" Her Nordic facecontrasted with his olive-skinned hand, her soft body with his hardmuscularity.The scarred knuckles and black hair on the back of his... hand also seemedat odds with his soft gray business suit. The gleam in his deep browneyes, the twist of the smile on his full Mediterranean lips contradictedthe carefully shined shoes and precisely combed hair. Richie Galloprojected a barely controlled violence even in the tender movements ofwhat he might have thought of as foreplay if he had. Channel Nine couldn’t figure it out either, so they reported both. They seemed very disappointed that they didn’t have any bloody bodies in the streets and no burning police cars. Now, would either of you care to enlighten me as to what the hell was going on on D-Street last night?”I motioned for Hanover to respond. When he didn’t say anything immediately, I said, “Officer Hanover was the first on the scene. It would be best if he explained what happened first, and then I can finish up.” Then I. He looked at me, then walked to the car. We drove in silence to the concert, and then waited in the queue. When we got to the front, I realized I'd left my ticket behind. "Tickets please," said the bouncer. Mike handed his in, and went in, leaving me behind. "I forgot mine," I said, "but I think we might be able to come to some agreement," feeling horny after Mark hugging me from behind. My middle finger gently caressed his arm, as I bit my lip and looked at him. I could see him focusing on. The pill was defiantly having it's affect on her libido. "That’s it baby, keep fucking daddy."Amy began panting a she fucked her body along her father's fat monster. "Daddy…." She leaned her head back, her hands grasping his thighs as she fucked herself on his cock. "I'm… daddy I'm cumming." Oh yea." He moaned, "Fuck baby, your pussy is so good, fuck daddy. He's gonna cum in you again." Yes daddy. Please. Cum in me…" she moaned. "Daddyyyy!" she screamed as she fell forward against her father's.