Then you must also be thinking bad of me huh.ME: No No not at all. I mean I know that she was a little hurt by that . But I don’t think it was a big... deal.HE: You don’t ! Well thanks.ME:Yeah I mean you didn’t say you were exclusive or anything and let’s admit you both were there mostly for the fun part (then saying in a low voice) … sex( Then he took my hands into his )HE: Thanks for understanding me. I wish she thought like that too.( next he said as a joke ) Or maybe I should say it would have. I didn't know it was a playoff, again European sports, no clue how American football works haha, any way i comforted him, got him off the field to the locker room. He was soo distraught I offered him a ride home. Once Carl was ready we met in the parking lot, I made sure my shoulder tat was clearly visible. Even tho its flowery, if you look at it properly, you can see the BBC princess. Must of been 5 mins of driving when i felt his big hand on thigh, gulp, I was doing this without my s*s. Carl. At 5'9 almost 5’10” at 130#, I must have felt like a full load to my father who is 6'1, 200#. Sitting there quietly, I pretended to be absorbed in the movie and would squirm every so often as if scared by something in the movie. As expected, my barely covered ass, squirming on my dad's lap, quickly aroused my 3 sheets to the wind father. I frequently caught him staring down the top of my baby-doll at my 39D’s and I felt his cock grow beneath me as he peeked at my firm, young tits.Leaning back. "Lucy no, I cant..." They both gasped deeply when Anthony's fingertips met Lucy's marked skin. Lucy held his hand in place and felt her juices slowly begin to lubricate her pink lips below. Anthony felt his cock harden and quickly pulled his hand away. He stood up and stumbled backwards knocking his chair over. "You felt that too father?" Lucy moaned. "What was that? I felt a… A bedeviling urge to… "To fuck her," a deep mystical voice whispered in Anthony's ear. Anthony quickly turned to his.