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Sharileen could never recall how long the kiss lasted. She cling to her father like a small child scared of something in the dark. Benjamin never eased his mouth off his daughter's. Sharileen felt her father's hand move under the sheet and softly rested on her tummy. Benjamin's hand, ever so slowly moved up, until it reached the heaving breasts of his daughter. Sharileen felt her breathing that has just eased up became raspy again as she felt her father's strong hand move over her right breast and it softly covered it over the gossamer silk gown. Sharileen felt her father's mouth become even more insistent and his hand massaged her breast. Sharileen felt her whole body burning with happiness and desire so strong that she could scream. Sharileen had no idea what would happen when. She knew that her father would take her wherever she needed to go tonight.Her father removed his hand and before Sharileen could panic she felt his hand find the hem of the gown and soon his warm huge hand. Her anus mussels relaxing, Mary's tongue penetrated her. Mary was like a wild woman with this new experience. Ann's pleas turned to moans with her. She lost count of the orgams she's had today. Her pussy hurt from the stretching but she no longer cared.With her legs being pulled up, Ann slid down. Her face pressed against the search cushion. Her ass facing up, Mary continued her assault on Ann's lower body. Lifting her head to breath, Mary was suprised seeing Ann's asshole dilated. Feeling a trickle run down her legs, she removed her fingers from Ann's pussy. Covered with the sticky goodness she so enjoyed, Mary pushed her middle finger in Ann's ass. Screaming from pleasure, her hole tightened around Mary's finger. Moving her finger in and out, her asshole spasmed sucking her finger in. Ann gasped for air as her body shook violently. Her pussy juices dripping from her, Mary crouched down. Pressing her mouth against Ann, she sucked while lapping up the drops. Covered in sweat, Ann.
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