Now hush.” He pulled my skirt off and pulled my panties to the side. “Isn’t this a lovely sight for me? My sweet little girl’s pussy is all ...wet for me already.” And with that he plunged a finger inside me. I moaned loudly and he began to slowly pump his finger in and out of me. I couldn’t believe how one finger could feel so amazing. He curved his finger slightly as he pumped. “Ohh, ohh, ohh, daddy,” I whispered. The words that slipped out of my mouth made me wetter. I almost turned into. .. My special thanks to chilleywilley for making me write something. My story contains ANR sex. The reader can find information about ANR on the net. My story has not been edited, so I am sorry for my mistakes.Max was a sixty-four year old retired man and he assisted his sick wife, Martha. He went to the hospice every day to strengthen his wife with his presence. She was in the final stage of breast cancer. Martha waited for him with pleasure and she was grateful to him. He helped her with. It was cold and wet because of all the sweat and the skin was so smooth. I swapped the nipples from time to time sucking them harder. I bit her nipple harder sending in pain signals to her brain which further increased her lust and she moaned a little. I licked her cleavage feeling the baby hairs that were wet with her sweat. I started moving down, and removed the knot that held her pant. I slipped it down exposing her cream white thong. I went down and put my face against her mound and. Suddenly, Meg started. She realized that the girl was watching her. She flashed a radiant smile of recognition, put the clipboard to her side, and sauntered casually up to Meg. "Hi! I remember you. From a couple of weeks ago right?"Meg nodded and returned the smile. "Yup. I bought a bikini."The girl grinned. "Yeah. A very SEXY bikini if I remember right... actually, a thong. You looked sooo hot in it, but you didn't believe me."Meg felt her face flush with embarrassment. "Oh, I believed you,".