“You want Justin Bieber? I’ll give you fucking Justin Bieber! You want his little dick? I’ll give you his fucking dick! Name whatever the fuck y...ou want, and I’ll just be your fucking slave and get it for you! Isn’t that right?” Amy realized she had pissed her dad off, but she shrugged it off. He was unstable and prone to breaking at any time. No different than usual, right? James didn’t buy his daughter a ticket. He bought himself a ticket, and a backstage pass to meet Justin Bieber. It cost. I wondered what she looked like naked. I wondered if she talked dirty in bed. I wondered what she acted like and sounded like when having an orgasm. I wondered if her pussy tasted the same as her daughter's pussy. Being that she was 18 years older than me, nearly from another generation, I wondered if she sucked cock. I wondered if she'd allow me to cum in her mouth and if she swallowed. While stroking myself, just the mere intimate, sexy thoughts of her dressing and undressing for me. As he came around the desk, she stood. She was a chunky woman, wearing a shapeless black dress with a high collar. The dress was a bit tight above the waist, accenting her large, somewhat sagging breasts.Gordo grabbed her and pulled her to him. He kissed her on the lips. When her mouth opened in surprise, he stuck his tongue inside. He felt her arms go up around his neck. She kissed him back. She was a surprisingly good kisser, and he felt himself get hard. Good, that would help.He broke the. He then started to swing his dick around straight in the air, him still lying on his back. I realized that he wanted to start out in cowgirl. I stood up on his bed and slowly crouched down with my pussy over his big hard cock. Every time I do this, my pussy tends to tense up a bit because of the initial anxiety of getting penetrated. This was the case here as it took a few seconds to push down and get his cock in me. I slowly pushed and pushed myself down and then all of the sudden I sort of.