’ ‘How wet?’ he questioned. ‘Very.’ I heard him suck in his breath. He placed his glass on the table and swiftly took mine out of my hand on... onto the table. He inched closer to me. ‘Can I feel how wet you are?’ he asked. His voice was growing sharp. ‘Yes.’ His mouth crushed to mine, and his kiss was hot and fiery from the first instance this time. His tongue darted into mine and my breathing accelerated. ‘Mmm, you taste so sweet,’ he said briefly before closing his mouth on mine again. I could. THAT'S GOOD... YA... YA... YA... GOOD... GOOD... GOOD..."Dick had other plans for his daughter so, just before she lost control of herself, he stopped tonguing his daughter's cunt."DADDY! WHY? Why have you stopped?" A disappointed Aisha tried to pull her father's head back to her crotch."We'll do the next exercise, Aisha," he said, looking up at her between her thighs."What's that, daddy? Hope it's as good as this." Better than this... it's for your cunt... it's to exercise your cunt." But you. I had so many questions that we got onto a second bottle, and when they finally asked if I was interested in going to the parties, I said yes.”“So when did you and Dad first do it?”My sister giggled.“Actually, it was Mom who nailed me first! It was the next Saturday. You and Dad had gone over to help Gramps get his dock into the water, and we were chatting while we cleaned up the kitchen, and I remembered the 69 and asked her if she’d ever cum by having her pussy eaten. She looked horrified,. ”It’s this way, come on hon, I’m so wet Ican harly stand it.”They both walked into our bedroom. Our closet haslouvered doors, the kind with slats from top to bottomso you can actually see out while you’re inside it. Butyou can’t see in unless you walk right up to the doorand look up into one of the cracks, and I could tellhe was in no mood to be check closets.The two of them sat on the bed and he reached over andpulled my wife close to him and they began to kiss. Iwas getting hard as I watched.