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In fact you took over and believe me I don’t think you would have let me stop even if I wanted to.” I thought about that for a moment and if I was being honest with myself he was probably right. Daddy stood up, “Get dressed. I think we need to talk.” He said walking to black the door, “You should know though that I have no regrets. None whatsoever. And given the opportunity will do it again.” And he was gone. I would like to say I was shocked. But I pussy wasn’t. As I showered and dressed I couldn’t help but think of that overpowering orgasm. That feeling of total pleasure. And I searched hard for any regrets and was, in a way, ashamed when big I couldn’t find any. I found daddy in the kitchen, a cup of steaming coffee in his hand. He poured me a cup and I sat silently opposite him at the breakfast bar. “I knew when I woke this morning that I would have no regrets. I thoroughly enjoyed you last night and, unless you say no, or tell me to stop, fully intend to do it again. Who buy‘s your clothes?” “Pardon?” I said confused at the change in subject. “Your clothes. You dress like your mother.” he said, “Come on we’re going clothes shopping.” He said grabbing the car keys and heading for the door. I had learnt at a very early age when daddy said do something you did it without question. I grabbed my things and followed him out the door. We travelled for almost an hour in silence and for the next two hours daddy took me from store to blonde store buying clothes I would never dream of buying. Ignoring any protests from me. The last shop I will never forgive him for. He whispered something to a young girl who took my hand Hardcore and led me into a cubicle in the back of the shop. “Take me home.” I said when I reappeared sometime later. She pointed at her watch with me still hanging there twitching slightly in no man's land. I could sense a change had taken place within me. I found the energies of the forest did no pussy longer slip uncontrolled from between my fingers. The Charity Shop My ovaries quivered. Her left hand retreated to her big own body, undoing her own belt blonde and crawling inside her wet panties, pawing gingerly at her clit. Probably about the divorce, I thought. Lynn was soon sipping her wine. As far as this group of political idealists, I’d say it’s pretty much a nothingburger. “He is rock hard and needs relief. I was casual. it was running through the front of my thong and it dripped onto his lower belly. Anywhere you want. "Yes, Chica. His eyes lit up. I slipped off my shoes and kicked my pants to the side. Diann sucked hard on the straw Hardcore taking about half the gator aid before taking a breath. black Round breasts, cute smiles, bubbly butts, and juicy... Her sphincter muscles couldn't keep him out. Always making sure that my family was modified to my perverted delights. She leaned over close, her face upside down to his.