You wrap your legs round, clamped against my head, forcing my tongue deeper, making me taste more of you. I feel you shudder as the first orgasm begin...s, my tongue still running over your warm, wet clitoris.Your legs suddenly clamp tighter and I feel a sudden rush of your juices as they shoot into my mouth, catching me completely by surprise. Still I continue to take all you give to me, until I feel your body relax again and the grip round my head loosens.Sighing deeply, you unlock your legs and. I know but there is nothing I can do about it. He was saying. Then he said we will talk about it when I get home. I know. Yes I understand. Goodbye. He hung up, I just laid there, looking at daddy he looked a bit upset, I wanted to go to him, but something told me to just stay where I was. Daddy walked over to the window and stood there looking out, he was still naked. I decided I need to know what was bugging him. I slipped from bed, and wrapped my arms around him. Ok what is wrong? I asked as. " We're nothing compared to the noise that comes out of your tent," Chase laughed, putting her arm around my shoulders.Smoke rose ahead as we neared Redding. It was a large town, bigger than Truckee, and straddled I-5. We took the off-ramp, walking down the sloped concrete down to the badly patched asphalt that led towards the heart of Redding.The people of Redding wore more flannel than I had seen. The town was a mix of the old-style of buildings that the Theocracy built, along with newer. In the afterglow we confided we both have a fetish for hung men, eight inches is our benchmark. And watching hung men masturbating. And lesbian sex, we both love being licked and teased. We slept with each for the next three nights and enjoyed wonderful lesbian sex. On the last night we decided we would invite one of the men at the fair who had been chatting us up to join us in our room. “If you want to have sex with us we both have a benchmark, eight-inches,” Marianne told him with a smirk. He.