Dad held up his little finger. "This is your pinky finger. Hold yours up, too. Good. Now, curl your pinky around mine. Perfect. I pinky promise that y...our daddy will never hurt you again, sweet thing." Is a pinky promise better than a cross-your-heart promise?" Donna asked."It sure is," I said. "A pinky promise is the strongest promise possible. Dad made a lot of pinky promises to me when I was a little girl, and he never broke one of them. Hold up your pinky again." I curled my little finger. With her back to me, she took off her bikini top, then bent over and pulled off her bottoms. She grabbed her ass cheek with her right hand, then looked over her left shoulder directly at me, with that same saucy grin from the day before. Sweet Jesus! I dropped my trunks and started stroking again, already at full mast. She was clearly into this! She turned to face me, pendulous breasts swaying freely, and began rubbing her well groomed snatch. Her expression showed she was getting close to. "That's OK," she finally said. "I won't look." Thank you." You're such a wimp. I don't why I love you so."He changed into the panties; they were pink and silky with lace trimacross the top. He stood there, otherwise naked, and felt totallyexposed and embarrassed. He folded his arms across his soft chest.D'Anna rushed over and hugged him, kneading his soft upper arms. "Youlook so cute," she said. "You're so white and smooth. You'll make asweet girl."Marcus reddened, so ashamed at his unmanly. "I I l-love y-you." I yelled as she slammed down on my dick. My eyes popped open. When did she take off her clothes? "God." I hear her whimper. She felt so fucking good around my dick. I had to control myself. She started moving her hips in small circular motions. My hands instantly went to her ass."Damn Melissa." I groaned. I let her ride me her way for a while. Then I took control. I lift her up and down on my dick a few times. She was screaming and moaning my name. "You like how daddy.