A second set of straps buckled around Melissa's head keeping the two woman lip locked with their mouths open. An ingenious yet evil position. Their to...ngues seeked out and explored the others mouth while drool spilled from each of the women into the others mouth with the excess escaping from the sides of their mouth to dribble down their chins. Amanda pressed the button on the wall and the spreader bar began to raise higher lifting both women up until their feet left the floor. Both tried to. "Are you practicing the 'Make 'em wait' part?" She was there, and I drew a breath, waiting for her to laugh. To giggle. To smile maliciously, even. "Come on, I want to dance," she said, and drew me toward the bedroom.I have *never* been much of a dancer. Too self-conscious. Slow-dancing, though, was usually all right. I mean, all it amounts to is foreplay in public, with your clothes on. This turned out to be a little different, though. First, *she* led, signalling with pressure of her hands,. So why are they always so damn happy? Never without a grin, always giving an enthusiastic wave and a “how do ya do” no matter what time of the day and no matter what day of the week. Life consistently gives them the shaft and yet they carry on like every day is the best damn day of their life. What’s their secret? Is it a loving partner that cares for them? Nope. Is it a newfound religion? Not likely. Is it drugs? No… well, maybe. But it’s also something else, something much more magical. No,. Dad's attention was on the computer screen, so she could risk a better view. She knew she shouldn't be watching, but she couldn't help herself. She was transfixed by her daddy's open sexuality. She admired his middle aged body and hairy chest. She was in awe of the size and thickness of his erection. Mesmerized, she watched how he varied the touch on his hard shaft, stroking slowly, sometimes circling his swollen purple head, and sometimes gently brushing the tight skin underneath. With his.