But then why do they have it on the computer when anybody can watch anything like this? That’s what I’d like to know. Does that make you a crimi...nal? I think I still have a lot to learn. Okay, so anyway, Mommy starts undressing me and kissing every bit of my skin as she’s doing this. I love it, I absolutely freaking love it coz she’s the best ever, and she is turning me on – that’s what they call it, Deedee. When she gets to my panties and I lift up my hips for her, she whips ‘em off and. No! Not now, not when he was in heaven and Reni was the cloud he was reclining on. He wanted to yell and tell them to go away, tell them to go fuck themselves. Instead, he made one final lunge and gave her all he had left. The pounding grew bigger louder, and when he had regained his breath, he growled. ‘All right already, just give me a damn minute will you?’ ‘Arizona Highway Patrol, we need you to step out of the rig!’ The voice was deep and bellowing and it sounded as if it was not going. And even though I knew I should jump up so I would have a better chance of fending him off and ending this before it went any further than just a little making out, my body wasn’t ready for the fun to end. So I lay there, wearing only my bikini bottoms, watching him to see what his next move would be.After a couple moments he was reassured that I wasn’t going to try to get away and he began undressing. I was transfixed, I can’t explain it and I have no excuse for it, but I couldn’t move, even. I think about it, too. I admit it. I get aroused when I consider people would pass judgment on me for being filthy with my own sweet Daddy every Tuesday and Thursday night before class. Sometimes I wish they could see exactly how filthy instead of only passing by Daddy's car. In my head, Daddy sometimes gets the attention of a boy in the parking lot and asks him if he'd like to see his daughter's tits. Daddy lets him in the back seat (the boys never turn down the offer) to watch Daddy.