Your hands were rough and I could still smell the oil on your hands. I knew you were clean, but you always smelled like the cars you worked on. You we...ren’t wearing a shirt and I thought I heard you sniff, like you were, or had been crying.“Daddy…” I started to say and sit up, worried about you. Scared that you were hurting, crying, afraid – not knowing what you were there for. Not knowing that I was the one I needed to be worried about.“Shhh…” You kept rubbing my belly. “Go back to sleep. I’m. I had long blonde hair that went down to my shoulders and breasts thatwere neither small nor big, and when I ran my fingers over the nipplesthey stiffened. I ran my fingers down between my legs and into the patchof hair and grinned when I touched myself. *It's time to get dressed, nothave nookie with yourself* I thought, and it was then that I noticedsomething. There were scars, faint scars, around my breasts and betweenmy legs. They were far too long to be scars from bug bites that had. After 4 years she'd had enough and threw him out. She wasn't sad for a long time. She decided to fulfill most of her fantasies that she had created over the years. The first being have sex with a stranger.She is very wet now and Mark puts in more fingers. If somebody would be passing them he or she would have a lovely view through the window on Kim's ass and pussy being fingered. Mark removes his fingers from her pussy. His fingers are soaking wet. He moves his hand a bit higher and starts to. My wife’s sister picked it up and gestured jerking off that monster and made a comment about gaging on it! She said to my wife “you couldn’t take that all the way could you LOL! My wife replied, “I Know I could" Her sister said “all the way in your mouth”? " No" my wife replied that’s not the hole I was referring too". I over herd this and thought to myself “the thing is 11 + inches long and fat as my wrist! (My cock is average size). We drove home that night and that was on my mind. We got.