Perhaps it was the knowledge that someone she cared deeply about was giving her that pleasure. Or maybe there was something about sex with another gir...l that intensified it.No, Lissa had felt that particular form of pleasure herself, with her Aunt Rachael. So that couldn't be it. More likely it was that Lissa had always been too shy to let go of her inhibitions and let herself be truly free to experience such pleasure without worry or fear. Meg had no such problem. She didn't care what people. If Heather had tried to make her wear a thinglike that, tail and all, the scissors just might have gone straight toher mother's throat if not her own. Meanwhile, her brother wouldwillingly and happily wear it until he outgrew it, and knowing Susie,she'd probably have another one made for him if she couldn't find it inhis size.'There's no explaining fetishes', someone had told her a while ago,probably Susie. (She didn't feel like checking.) This was simplypleasant for him, and she'd already. Assured it was slick enough, the started slowly stroking it, causing me to moan my approval."MMMmmmm, thats it, you are doing good" I told her in a state of uphoria, "Soooo, I'm doing good?" she asked coyly,"yess, very good,"With that she took the head in her mouth, sucked a little hard and took about half of it in her mouth, she kept the suction going, licking as much of it as she could, before slowly releasing the pressure and pumping the shaft with her hand. It was UN fucking believable! It. “How many daddy’s get together with a daughter like he and I did tonight?” she asked herself out loud. “I’ll bet there aren’t many.” And she smiled again. Finally she did it. She was still as horny as a hen that she could not wait for it to happen once again. She smiled and gradually lowered her hand down to her pussy and young 18 year old Gracie began to play a little with her own and still determined fleshy pussy. Her fingers began to play with its lips. She knew one thing- She totally liked.