" Samantha whispered pointing to the TV, her hand taking hold of the hot hard shaft of her father and squeezing it. Paul smiled as Samantha got in her... hands and knees like the whore on the TV. She had only panties on under her long shirt so Paul pulled them off her hot young body; her cute little butt in his face, her hairy pussy before his eyes.Taking hold of his cock he rubbed it through her bush and then placed it at her entrance to her pussy. He felt the hot slick wetness of her opening. ’ Dinah slid off the bed and walked over to where a very naked, very vulnerable Jonas stood. ‘Do you want to touch me?’ She asked in a low, husky voice. ‘Oh, god, yes!’ ‘Then do it. Touch me. Strip me … do whatever you want.’ She stood still as she felt Jonas’ hands begin to push the clothing from her body, slowly exposing her skin to his gaze. His hands brushed against her soft skin, followed by his lips and tongue. She dropped her head back, and a low groan emanated from her throat. Jonas. ‘What in the world are you…?’ was all I managed to blurt out before she stopped me mid-sentence by shrugging the heavy coat from her shapely shoulders and letting it fall to the floor at her feet, revealing that her voluptuous form was clad in little more than a few thin hides roughly sewn in strategic spots and a huge cheshireish smile. This, and a little pair of wolfskin boots comprised the whole of her outfit,- nice, I thought , nice indeed! Not much concerned whether her hugely erect. “We don’t have those, we have addicts, recovering addicts, and sponsors,” Jules said.“Ah which one are you, “I asked.“Clean and sober five years,” she said. “Michael set up the program locally so I could stay that way. Maybe even help someone else along the way.”“That makes your life is more valuable than most people’s lives, “I said.“It isn’t near enough, but like you, I try,” she said.“I’m sure they can always use you at the kitchen,” I said with a grin.“You wouldn’t say that, if you ever.