“Yes, my darling I slept very well. How about you?” I ask her.“Well, I didn’t sleep with my Daddy, but it was OK,” she says smiling at me be...fore she leans in and kisses me.As usual, my Dakota wasn’t wearing any panties and she kept wiggling her ass on my lap, knowing what it does to me. When Sammy had a new pot of coffee ready, she got off my lap, poured herself a cup and headed out to the TV room, where someone had left the TV on to the morning news. Dakota asked me if I had seen the stock. My eyes clamped shut tightly, ostrich-like, as though ignorance would ward off the evil. The same stage whisper boomed out — or so it seemed — once again."I've got her. Let's go, guys."Two more shadows appeared, or so it sounded. Someone slipped a plastic grocery bag over my head and then rough hands dragged me across the ground toward and behind the rocks. I could feel the knees of my sweat suit tearing as my body moved. Silently, irrelevantly, I hoped that the skin of my knees and legs would. No matter what society says, they love to touch each other's bodies and taste each other. It was easy since they share a room and a bed. The first night, on their eighteenth birthday, they were both sleeping. Emileigh's hand had touched Ashleigh's thigh. As they slept, her hand had fallen right on her sister's pussy. Ashleigh had always been responsive so her pussy got wet instantly. Emileigh woke up moments later, and couldn't resist her sisters wet pussy. She began to rub and Ashleigh's legs. She was built good with a tight waist and medium sized firm tits. She had an ass that I couldn't take my eyes off of. He was already hanging when she went to work on his cock. She stuck it straight in her mouth and sucked until it was hard and then quickly turned around. She told me to hold it and get it in the right hole. I took hold of the monster cock (the first cock I ever held besides my own) and aimed it at her very wet pussy. She backed up until she had a good bit of pressure against.