When we went to the floor, I couldn’t hold the kiss andwhen we were prone she said, “Oh thank you mistress formaking your little whore cum...!” I knew then that somewoman had trained her well and I told her she waswelcome but now she needed to eat my pussy. She didn’t blink an eye, just asked if I wanted her tocrawl between my legs or did I want to ride her faceand I opted for riding her face. I mounted her face andshe started to eat my pussy and I really thought I diedand. But for Kat, Daddy was just the sweetest, kindest guy she'd ever met. Daddy never looked at her developed bosom or fit swimmer's ass and thighs with the pervy smile that other adult men usually gave her. On occassion that she'd be in front of Daddy in just her thong bikini or tight cotton panties, Daddy's eyes never seemed to linger, or at least, she never noticed it. He was just . . . well, he was just Daddy, her Daddy, essentially an entirely different category from "man."But her lacivious. Addy found a note taped to the door of her efficiency apartment when she got home from class that evening. Her landlord had taken a call for her and the message was for her to call her aunt Geraldine when she got this message. Instead of going in her apartment, Addy walked to her landlord’s door and knocked. She was let in and allowed to use the house phone to make the call. She collapsed when she heard what her aunt Deeny told her about her father. How she managed to get to her room and onto. He didn't say anything as he started driving to the dormitories. Vicky gave Greg a long kiss as she reached her hand below Tom's costume again. James glanced back and saw Vicky's hand up under Tom's costume. He realized what was happening and couldn't wait to get them out of the car. Greg snuck his hand up Vicky's skirt and gently rubbed the outside her soft, wet pussy. They played with each other, trying to keep it relatively low key for James' sake, but there was no mistaking what was going.