I can touch and smell pussy and tell whom it belongs to trust me. She was lost in her world. She was tossing her head from side to side waiting for mo...re play with her pussy.I now started parting her two lips of her to see a dark pinkish hole. It was delicious. I now entered a finger inside. It went but was tight. So her pussy was not virgin but very little used. I asked who took her virginity.She shyly told that it was a teacher who was getting transferred and she gave him this gift. I was. “Alyessa!” she moaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, fuck my cunt! Damn, you're bigger than my husband! You're a futa! You got a pussy!”Her right hand shot down around the curve of my rump, sliding between my thighs to cup my pussy. I gasped as she stroked my folds, teasing me as I thrust over and over into her cunt. Her fingers pressed on my hymen.“A sexy futa with a juicy pussy!” she moaned. “Ooh, you're not a girl any longer. You're an adult. A futa-woman!”She thrust her fingers against my hymen. I. When I go the store and mince down the diaper aisle, that feeling of shame and embarrassment begins to return, when I hit the checkout, I just have to stand there and wonder whether or not, the check-out girl is wondering if I have a c***d at home or if they are for me. Most often, there's no guesswork involved, they know and I know, but the check-out girl is polite.When I come home and slide a new set of pampers out the pack, I am adrift in the wafting scent of baby-powder and when I slide. Just as she swallowed, the growing penis head slipped into her throat. She started to lift her head relieving the tension on the huge dick. Her father shifted at the same time. Rolling to his side he lowered his other leg and sandwiched her head in place. Right in line with the growing shaft. His shifting hips and legs jostled her mouth and throat causing her whole body to shake and jerk. He arched his back pulling the head out of her throat and she took a quick breath.Then her father tucked in.