Her thighs felt good to my touch as I rolled the sheer stockings down her legs and off her pretty feet. Deborah was naked again. I picked her up and p...laced her back in the drawer tray. I pulled my cum soaked handkerchief from her pussy and put it in my pocket. Before covering Deborah up; I gave her pale lips a last passionate kiss. I would always remember our last date. Once she was covered; I closed the cooler drawer. I remembered that I still had her panties in my pocket and returned them to. It was like she was just receiving the biggest, most enjoyable surprise of her life. I reacted with pushing my fingers down and cupping her mound. I squeezed it in pulses as I kept grinding up and down. Her breath only quickened. Her eyes stared down at herself. She was completely silent. She was in shock.I was driving myself crazy with it. I wanted to see under her clothes so badly. She was cumming a millimeter from my hand and her little cotton underwear and jeans wear catching all. The first time Jason had slipped his small cock into her cunt she had exploded releasing all the pent up passions which came from forbidden desires. Since she had experienced several sessions as the whore to the musketeers, the one which always stoked her boiling cunt to the highest passions was the time they used her as a cum target. Each boy managing to wank off three or four times and shooting their load over her naked bound body whilst calling her all her secret names she loved to hear her. I won’t lie, I LOVED (still do) the way my dad tasted, loved it! I loved how his breath even tasted and smelled good, I loved the way his tongue felt in my mouth and I loved the way he kissed! Oh, my, god I loved how my daddy kissed, you don’t even understand at all! I loved mommy and how she tasted too, she was a really really good kisser, but some how daddy was a much much yummier kisser! This is how good of a kisser my daddy is, when we were kissing, I started to get way beyond any kind of.