A smile came to her face as she remembered her daddy’s big cock fucking her. She remembered how good it felt when he buried it as deep as he could i...nto her pussy. Even now she felt her clit stimulated. And, when he came inside her pussy it was fantastic, because he came so much him filled her and there was still more. He was so deep she could feel the warm wet sperm with each shit he gave her.Her dad knew how to fuck too. His cock was bigger than Bob’s her next door neighbor and lover. And, her. We got chatting, I said I had been in New York on business. she had left her husband there, he was something to do with the red bull air race.Turned out she lived only an hour away from me in the uk. After dinner (it was a night flight) the cabin staff turned down the lights for people to get some sleep. I asked if she wanted to sit with me so we could chat more easily, she did.We chatted for a while, then she said she was a little sleepy, we got out the blankets they had given us and tried to. Nothing like having a sweet bitch to clean me out. Think I am going to use this room. Maybe make some movies with some big dick mother fuckers, and have you clean me out when the cum you punk ass bitch. Ahhh you’re crying...shut up and keep licking. Don’t want to see you stopping”She took a swig of her booze finishing off. She tossed it aside and smoked her cigarette. She put her head back putting her back into it. When she wanted him to lick faster, she squeezed his balls. When she wanted him. " I am Miss Wharton. What can I do for you?" I am so proud to make your acquaintance!" Melissa gushed, gripping and shaking Miss Wharton's hand. "I was sent to ask for the favour of taking your picture. It has come to Mr. Campbell's attention – he is the editor of the Morning Chronicle – that you thwarted and discovered the evil plot of Lady Crewes against her poor husband. Would you be so kind as to stand for a photograph?"Unconsciously, Miss Wharton checked the seat of her hair and her.