On one such horny day, I’d been moving about the house doing this and that, a little bit tipsy after two glasses of wine, when I ventured downstairs... and saw the old refrigerator that had been replaced a few days ago, and was now awaiting disposal. I had been holding on to this fridge for sentimental reasons, but last week after it had broken down after being fixed six months ago, I decided enough is enough and my daughter quite pleased to see the last of it, not giving me chance to change my. He just said that I could do what I wanted with Tommy but HE didn't want me as a gurl and that I was his turned out boi bitch to him.I was fine with that, I loved Daddy for showing me who I really was.Then one night I was just sitting around relaxing in my panties and t-shirt, because Daddy told me he was going to be fucking the wife of one of the white guys at work. I'm pretty sure I figured out who the two white guys were who's wives daddy was fucking. They were big tattooed guys who always. "I need your focus on the production! I need your critical faculties!" I spent three years working on this!" Molly shouted back. Neither one of them needed to shout. They were inches from each other. "I know the script intimately! And we've gone over blocking for months!" So what? How can you know if it works without running it with actors in real time?" I'm here, Barb. My focus is here." You were gone all weekend. I didn't even know where you were. And you come in all glassy eyed and moony. I. The tears running down your face send me over the edge and I explode inside you. I keep fucking hard, face contorted, and groaning as I spill all of my cum inside you. As I finish I pull out. Looking down at my cock I see a mess of cum, pussy cream, with a little bit of blood. I climb over you rip the tape off your face and order you to lick me clean. You hesitate for a second and my hand strikes again across your face. Harder this time, in the back of your mind you think if he hits my face.