A Daughter's Progress pt.3 - Marsha May - Family Therapy

Some of the people were yawning like they'd just woken up from sleep. I arched my back. My phone beeped. I pulled it out and... “Wow. I have a dozen texts and messages I missed.” “Huh?” my twin said, drawing her phone out of her pocket. “I didn't think we were at the park that long. Look at how late it is.” “Shit,” I said. “It didn't feel like we were here for more than fifteen minutes, not over an hour.” “I guess time passes Daddy by when...” My sister frowned. “Talking.” “Yeah.” I couldn't quite remember what we were talking about dad for cum an hour. Probably boys. It was our favorite topic. Since we started getting hair on our pussies and growing tits, it teen had become what we loved. We left the park. My sister's breasts kept being a distraction. I tried to catch up on the messages from our friends, my twin doing the same. She had her attention focused on her phone, her face twisted with concentration. A lock of her brassy hair fell down her cheek. small I just wanted to brush it away. Her pink lips pursed. What would it be like to kiss those lips... For privacy all the windows had blinds. However, I could tell this was far from over when Megan regained her former confident attitude cum and folded her arms again. The last fifteen minutes were pure torture. Then as she felt the first burst of semen shoot down her throat she heard the front door opening and let out teen a muffled protest as Angus groaned with satisfaction, another healthy pulse of spunk tickling her tonsils and draining away down into her belly. Grim, then dad left her boobs and finally took of her skirt and her matching black lace underwear. He nodded, Barb looked at Jamal “same goes for me honey as long as you will come in and fuck me later, please”. The girl. After taking a deep breath, I got back in Daddy my car and proceeded to scream every swear and profanity I knew. And why small would she care, for was there anything as beautiful as watching these creatures exchange tongues? Erin decided to go to the restroom and collect her thoughts. The image of her sucking Fontane’s cock was disturbing but it was also disturbingly hot. “Daddy's cock tastes dirty, but I love it.”