I was more concerned in following Daryl’s instructions so that I could once again feast on his monstrous cock.As I took up the position Daryl wanted..., I was facing away from Dave, part of me relieved that I could concentrate on own pleasure and my new lover, not having to worry about what Dave’s trance-like state meant. That could wait till later.Obediently positioned on my hands and knees facing the headboard, I looked directly forward as I waited to feel Daryl’s touch as the sure pre-cursor of. There was another feeling, but this one wasn’t in her heart, but at the back of her head. A creeping thought with tendrils that would soon burrow deep into Tiffany’s psyche. The thought that possibly, just maybe, that what she was doing was wrong. Lost in her thoughts Tiffany drifted off to sleep while watching a porno on her T.V. She dreamed of the day her life changed forever, the day Sarah adopted her. It was a hot summer day at the orphanage and as always Ms. Johnson refused to touch the. She felt so good.She led me into the family room were she handed me a glass of my favorite wine, and had me sit on the couch, where she sat beside me. Rather than snuggling up close though, she sat a foot away. She looked anxious."Lexi, what's wrong? Why are you upset? What happened baby?" She started crying and look up at me. "Oh Daddy, I'm so scared," she answered. "I just don't know how to tell you. I don't want to lose you."She looked so distraught, I was really concerned, and felt an empty. Your moaning got louder. Faster and faster I rubbed. My circles got smaller, tighter. Your clit was on fire. Your breathing was heavier. Pleasure was building as the sensations radiated from your clit. I moved my fingers faster and pressed harder. You leaned your head back on my shoulder, back arched, eyes closed, mouth gaping open. My fingers rubbed fast sending an orgasm through your body. I kept rubbing, firmly but slowly, becoming more tender, sending aftershocks through you. I felt you.