“Don’t you dare puke on the couch,” she warned her.Krissy’s eyes grew wide and she shook her head, warning her sister she had no choice. Marcu...s let go of her hair and slid his hands under her arms so he could lift her up into a full-nelson. Amanda got a good view of her sister’s bare pussy right above her asshole which was stretched to the limit, skewered on her father’s cock, supporting most of her weight as he held her in the air. He managed to carry her back to the kitchen right before she. Married too long, I suppose.’ She sat up. ‘We should probably beat it before someone sees us.’ ‘Good idea. Don’t want the cops catching us at our age!!’ She laughed as she buttoned her shirt back to where it was when I picked her up. I handed her jeans to her. ‘Need a napkin??’ She started to step into her jeans. ‘Nope,’ she said as she started pulling them up over her knees, then lifted her butt off the seat. I watched as she slid her jeans on right over the big load of semen I had just. With Jenny holding the plug and the lube aloft, as though she’d won a prize, I unclipped her shorts, and tugged them down. She was wearing just a black g string, which quickly followed her shorts. Bending her over, I lifted her up onto the sink top, and buried my mouth between those glorious round butt cheeks, my tongue seeking and finding her rosebud without delay. She loves me licking her there, and now was by no means an exception, especially as my fingers found her slippery pussy and hard. " You went to Yale?" Evie said with surprise. "How did someone as smart as you end up babysitting a hedge fund manager?"Daphne closed her book. "I studied literature so I could become a writer. My friends and family kept telling me I was crazy. They said I would never get a job and I would never make any money at it. I didn't listen. I was determined to follow my dream. After graduation, I tried selling a few stories but all of them were rejected. So I gave up on writing and got the highest.