He swallowed, moistening his mouth as his prick throbbed like a toothache. "Touch it like I touched you." Oooh, I will," she panted. "I wanna do every...thing with it." She licked her lips and brought her small trembling hands to her father's cock. Her fingers closed around his prick shaft. His cock twitched and throbbed.Searing flashes shot up her arm. It felt hot in her hand, making her swoon."Ahhhh," Douglas moaned, his hips jerking under his daughter's stroking fingers.Crissy saw a white drop. She slipped the cup into the pouch, wondering if men put the cup in after donning the garment or before, like she did. She supposed she could ask The Boy about that, if she ever spoke to him that is.She put the jockstrap on, snugging it up against her pussy and giving the cup a little knock with her knuckles, then reaching around with both hands and slapping her butt cheeks, then grabbing them and squeezing.She sat on her bed and put on her sneakers without bothering with socks. The shoes were. I licked her clean, feeling the bumps of her nipples teasing my mouth. Her legs were in the air now, toes teasing my ears. I was still driving my hips into her like a machine, feeling my love for her outweigh our circumstance. I retreated from her and knelt, letting my tongue work between her legs. Her orgasm became audible just as I went down. My tongue was bringing it out of her. Her back was arching, hips pushing against my mouth. She tasted like syrup and whipped cream and a sweet flavor. She didn't realize she'd drifted so far from it. It was so tiny that she missed the little black dot against the landscape behind it, and had to search for it mentally. Once she knew where it was, though, she could see it and began to fly toward it.Not realizing it, she was already falling toward the surface far below. Drifting with the wind as it increased in velocity to match the speed of the inner surface, she was being carried away from the great ship faster than she could fly. After.