“Freidora,” she said again, pointing to the stove and holding the package of bacon.“Frying pan,” I said, pointing to the drawer below the oven....“Si, Freidora,” she said, opening the drawer and pulling out a cast iron frying pan.She cooked up a dozen slices of bacon and the eggs. When she poured the grease out of the frying pan and started to put the bread in the pan to toast, I told her to wait and showed her the toaster.She looked at me confused and I placed four slices of bread into the. I tried to focus my mind on what was happening around me. Make sure things were really as they seem. I stood there listening to the sounds around me. I heard the stream flowing over the rocks, I heard the wind in the trees, a twig snapped making me turn to see Carl standing near the clearing. Then I heard the only thing I needed to. "Stop, get off me!"Carl must have heard it too and anticipated my reaction, rather correctly I might add. Before I realized what I was doing, I was walking. It shot deep inside his sexy daughter and was followed by 9 other heavy ropes of his potent jizz. His daughter continued to wail and convulse beneath him, her breaths coming in short gasps. He watched her body beneath him. He convulsions didn't seem to be letting up. It was clearly a big one. A full minute past by as Michael watched his baby girl thrash, completely in the throws of her orgasm. She suddenly stopped wailing and her eyes rolled back in her head. Her body continued to spasm. Eager to feel her wrapped around his length, he pulled away, and walked around to her core. Crouching down he swiped his tongue over her slit, which caused her to shudder and moan in pleasure as he tasted her. He realised then that he had not put the gag back in, but he didn’t mind. She had been so good to keep quiet. Now he wanted to hear her scream. “You taste so good babe” he whispered, as he blew cool air on her hot clit. He watched as she shuddered at his words. “Please” she moaned at.