" He continued to massage around and over his daughter's womanhood through her panties, basking in the teasing of the taboo pleasures with the young A...lly. "Do you like that, darling?" "Yes, daddy," she quickly answered through her light moans. "I want to make you happy," she added, "anything you want. I'm sorry I let you down." Her father halted the stimulation of Ally's wet pussy, and leaned back against the desk. His hands unbuckled his black, leather belt, allowing him to drop his slacks to. “You first.”“Okay,” Samantha said without hesitation.Her hands shook as she lifted up her shirt to show what I now know was a training bra. Then, without ceremony, she used her thumbs to push up the remaining material that covered her chest, exposing her two mounds of flesh, each topped with a tiny, pale nipple.I stared at them for what seemed like a far too short of a time before she adjusted her clothing. Her face was a deep red, and she was breathing hard. I noticed that my own skin felt. “You know, you put me at ease and I like that.” Carla reached across and placed a hand on my thigh. I was already horny and Carla’s touch put me over the edge. I slipped my hand on to hers and boldly moved it up to my crotch. “Oh wow!” Carla said, feeling the bulge in my jeans. “You can’t kiss me like that and not expect a reaction,” I whispered. “I was kind of hoping for that,” Carla replied, squeezing my manhood through my jeans. She quickly surveyed the parking lot. “I want to suck it,”. Suddenly the only sound in the room was that of my very real Louboutin stilettos as I crossed the floor towards them. Good evening ladies, I offered, but got no reply as they began sheepishly pretending to look for something in their purses. Well, since you suddenly have nothing to say, allow me to introduce myself. I am Karen Winters, also most happily known as Mrs. Steven Winters. Since you mentioned his name a minute or so ago as well as what you'd do for him you know he's most certainly not.