She was such a whore. She was so good at sucking my dick. My daughter’s mouth was hot around my cock. It was incredible. I let out a might growl, my... hips thrusting forward, slamming my shaft into the depths of her mouth, brushing the back of her throat.“This is what a whore’s mouth is for,” I groaned. “And you’re a whore like that cunt-mother of yours.”She whimpered about my cock, but she sucked with such hunger. Like a slut would. My balls tensed as I loved the feel of my daughter’s mouth. "I am a wizard, that is how I know your name, and as to why you are in possession of a female body, that is a bit more involved. Oh and by the way, 28," said the old man with a smirk. He had caught the question and the answer before Stan had a chance to answer. Stan sat there stunned, his anger ebbing already."Now that's better," the old man, pulling up a chair to the side of the bed Stan was lying in. "No one should disturb us, and no one heard you scream... twice. In any case, Stan, you have. I didn't lean in, but didn't pull back, either. After the kiss, I said "Angelica, I'm really flattered by your attention. A couple of things, though: 1) you are not obligated to me - I just helped a damsel in distress, and 2) I'm almost 3X your age!" She simple said, "So what?" She then leaned forward even more, causing her tits to spill from her white, unbuttoned frock. Now, I had soft, warm lips on mine - her tongue in my mouth - and teenaged tits waving at me.Since she was a bit tipsy, I. He pulled his khakis all the way off and laid her down on his wooden desk. He reached under her skirt and looped his finger into her lace thong, pulling it off as she fumbled with the skirt’s zipper. He feasted his eyes upon her pussy, bald, musky, with a small strip of bright red hair, framing her slit. She was moist already, and he lowered his head to her, inhaling her and dragging his tongue into her. She writhed with his tongue, bucking his face. He continued to suck her clit, lapping up.