.I could feel your hands over and around my head, moving it around to give you the proper feeling you were looking for...Finding the right spot, you m...otioned my head to work your pussy into a wet frenzy...I didn't mind it. As a matter of FACT, I LOVED it!!!I took great pleasure in watching you selfishly pleasure yourself.You continued arousing your pussy, clit and now your asshole, as you raised your legs higher, to allow my tongue better access...After a moment, your gushing pussy gave me my. He’s always wanting to fuck me in my pussy which he isused to. He can hardly wait for me to put my lipsaround his pecked and get a nut off in my mouth. Hethinks I’m his bitch and I am. I am a dog bitch!I like to get under my dog so I don’t have much controland he can use me as hard as he likes. I love to beused HARD like the bitch that I am. Pound me, pound me,pound me. Ram that dick down my whore throat. I shimmyup under him so he can get his dick in my face. I lovesmelling. He came around front and asked me if I wanted to have some warm cum to eat. I was still horny as fuck and nodded my head vigorously. Daddy Art took 2 fingers and scooped up some cum and wiped it across my lips and tongue. "Like it?" he asked me? I just nodded some more."Good, let's see if we can keep that attitude going," and he proceeded to jerk on my soft sissy clitty which immediately became rock hard. He rubbed and rubbed all the time looking me in the eye until I felt my orgasm. I mean, Dad, it’s not the first time I dressed up, you know that.”I nodded.“Dressing up around the house or going out with lingerie underneath, that’s OK. No one notices.”He paused and drank. White wine on our deck. Late afternoon sun warm enough but not too hot. I reached for my Leica.“Look to me, Julian, will you?”The sun outlined his features, a masculine light, portrait photographers call it. Julian’s strong cheekbones and his nose highlighted. No light meter. I’d take my chances.“Miriam.