I cup the cup in my hands as if I were holding his balls, gently stroking it. My teeth grab the cherry stem and hungrily I eat the sweet fruit and twi...st the stem into a knot. I flick my tongue and lick up the whipped cream. Oh so much cream! I have to use my finger to pull off the cream and suck my finger cream off, over and over. My hands rub up and down the cup, if only it were his cock! I run my tongue down the straw towards the milkshake, and touch it with the tip of my tongue. Mmm, so. For a moment, Ravi caught a glimpse of her supple breasts hanging down from her chest. After she was done, she walked back upstairs, swaying her ass with each step. Ravi had forgotten his thirst by now. He forgot that he was looking at his daughter.He felt a pang of jealousy as he watched her go away from him into her lover’s arms. God knows what he had been doing to her sweaty body. And Ravi couldn’t blame him. He would have done unspeakable things to that ass if it didn’t belong to his. I was pressed flat on top of her body, feeling her tits pressing into my chest while I smashed my face into the pillow as I literally threw my hips forwards with all of my strength, pounding her cunt with a ferocious hunger.Over and over again we thrust against each other, and she was growling and crying out her delight with our fucking until at last we both exploded into orgasm at the same time, my hot juices splashing against her inner walls."Yes, Jay-baby, yes!"And as I heard that voice all. It was really a happy place to live, my father and Sandra were happy together, I shared a room with Dale and we were close and I had a stepsister, Lisa, who was bright, pretty and popular. Our happy home was about to get happier, at least from my perspective.Lisa:My parents got divorced when I was five, so I really don't know my father very well and he's mostly just a source of child-support payments.My mother dated once in a while but just never seemed to meet 'Mister Right.'Then, she went to.