I hurried to the guest room and pretended not to have seen it, but, to my horror, I felt my pink pussy lips begin to swell and throb. I tried to put t...he image out of my head as I laid down, but it was hard to do.I was sleeping well when, around 3 a.m., I felt a warm sensation on my clit. I thought at first that I was dreaming, but my pussy was dripping and I could hear my own heavy breathing in the darkness. As my eyes adjusted, I realized my dad was there between my legs, gently licking the. She then kissed me hard and moved my hands to her breasts. I caught them this time and I was a little bold this time. But still I squeezed them hard. She said ,”Oww go slow.” I obeyed her and was kneading her breasts as slowly as possible. I caught her nipples in between my kisses and started to pinch them between my thumb and the index finger. She was moaning into my mouth as our tongues were doing an snake dance. Her wet crotch was pressed to my cock. In fact I could feel her wetness as she. Shocked at the unfamiliar sensation, Sara wasn’t sure if she liked it. He did it again and she heard the sound his fingers made on her wet lips. This time, her pussy tingled from the contact. He slapped again, and again until Sara was arching up for each strike, panting for release. Her cunt was stinging and the sensation sent arcs of pleasure racing through her body. Just when she thought she could bear no more without dying, he stopped, rubbing softly to ease the ache his hand had. She opened the door looking absolutely stunning in the gown. He stood at the door while she went back inside to grab her purse and then opened the door for her. ‘Well Marie, are you ready for our date?’ ‘Oh Henry, of course I am.’ ‘And what time does your father want us home,’ he asked. ‘Well, not that it really matters but I figure we better get back by ten p.m., anything later and I think our children may be sending the police over to our house to check on us.’ ‘Okay, I’ll arrange for us to.