“Well boys and girls, it looks like tall top # 5 is our lucky winner! It's gonna be a little more intimate of an occasion. Tina, I hope you are up for a hot little threesome!” Up ahead I see the boy and girl from that I greeted at the door looking at me. I try to read their expressions which seem a little bit excited and a little embarrassed. I blush as I realize the girl is going to be playing with me. “Well Teenster, why don't you clamber up on table 5 and get comfy so our lucky winners can get their hands all over you hot little body.” Resigned to my fate, I use a chair to climb up as gracefully as one can with a breadstick hanging out of her cooch. I Confession sit on threesome the table figuring to lay back with my head against interview the wall and my puss facing the open end of the table and the gathering audience. Before I can lay back the girl climbs up on the table reality and straddles my thighs. “Hi, Tina, my name is Bridget and I am going to devour you!” Before I can react to this she has her arms around me pulling me up and to her. Her pov hands are on my upper back and the back of my head, guiding me up her and then she is kissing me. It is way different than Bobby. Her lips are soft, gentle, and warm. I can taste her lip gloss and then her tongue darts out and slides between my lips, tangling with my tongue before withdrawing. I am breathless and panting amid the whooping and hollering of the bar. His friends kept pressuring him reality to cum in my slutty wet pussy pov “Get some” “Finish in her, Jman” “Hurry up dude” Wait WHAT!? When the waiter said that the other two guests that were to be at that table, were not on the cruise, they just did not fill the table. Georgetta told me. It’s okay, whatever you’re thinking and feeling. Gwen had already cleared out space in one closet of her master suite, and gave him the other sink and cabinet, in her master bath. "Wow you are in the army?" “There we were, completely exposed; his two little girls, naked, pussy-to-pussy in our post-orgasmic reverie. Just don’t cry on me.” He interview told me what he said to you at the wedding and he meant it. It threesome could have just been his imagination though. Over the weekend, I texted Nicole whenever I wasn’t doing homework. She didn’t Confession even fuss about the well-used clothing that she wore. Shit!” I moaned and exclaimed whenever I felt her tight throat pulsate and crush my sloppy wet, hard dick. The painful stretching burned her leg muscles, which thus far had been spared his savagery. Unfortunately the show only lasted for around 15 minutes, and got only 11 viewers.
When I handed her one, she flustered quickly, glanced around then said “Wine? Really? What if someone sees?” I smiled down threesome on her, “Don’t worry about it, tonight you look a lot more mature than eighteen, no one is going to question you having a drink. You have had wine before, haven’t you?” I was pretty sure her mother let her sip wine at home once in a while. Zina blushed slightly and admitted, “Yeah, mom and me sit at the fireplace at night sometimes and drink wine. That’s when we have our best mom and daughter conversations.” She looked up sharply, “But not on school nights.” As an afterthought she added, “I look more mature?” “Full grown. Right now, Zina, you could decorate the arm of any man in this theater and no one would suspect you are less than twenty-one.” She gave me a delightful smile then leaned to me, kissed my cheek and said so no one else could hear, “You are the only man pov I want to decorate tonight; I love you dad.” Her whisper soft breath on my ear sent another involuntary shiver through my nuts. Zina stepped back then giggled lightly, “Oops, sorry,” then wiped a smear of red gloss off my cheek with her finger. She sat captivated during the first half of the show. When intermission was called, I led her back to the bar for another glass of wine. Zina bubbled with enthusiasm about the orchestra, performers and the songs. She finished her wine then asked for another, to take back for the second half. I was hesitant at first but gave in when she locked her big green eyes on mine and assured me, “It’s okay dad, I can handle it.” The second half of the opera passed in a blur for me. My focus wasn’t on Christine or the Phantom, my focus kept being diverted by my daughter’s legs. The midi-dress was riding high on her thighs, near the junction of her legs. She was animated as she followed the plot, every time she moved, her legs attracted me. The top edge of her sheer stockings was revealed by the skirt inching high, occasionally I got a peek of smooth, bare skin. I felt slimy watching her, but I couldn’t resist. The man within the father was growing more and more aware of the alluring young female sitting near him. I began to fantasize that Zina had chosen her clothing and makeup to entice me, rather than accompany me. I began to see my daughter as if she were a real date, not out for birthday celebration. My thoughts shamed me, but my cock has no conscience, it was beginning to react to her as a woman, not as my child. Standing in the lobby Confession of the theater after the show Zina was agitated with joy, “Now what dad, what are you going to do with me now?” Her choice of words encouraged another quick fantasy as I replied, “Dinner, I hope you like Raoul’s, it is supposed to be good.” Her eyes sparkled, she smiled, licked her interview upper lip and said “We could go to Burger King and if you are with me, it would be perfect.” “I don’t like Burger King; their fries are too bland.” reality “Then you better take me somewhere nice” she said before leading me to the waiting car. My eyes were locked on her back, she was taking long strides on the high heels which caused her hips to rock provocatively with each step; my prick took a deep breath, she definitely wasn’t a girl anymore. In the car Zina refreshed her lip gloss and eyes in a mirror, capped the makeup then turned to me, “Dad, this has been a fantastic night so far, it must be costing you a fortune.” I watched her lips as she spoke and had to fight down an urge to kiss the words from them. Keith is not much Confession older than Logan.” Becky looked Keith in the eyes and scowled, pov “How old are you anyway, Keith?" By that time all thought of a lazy day were gone – again. reality threesome I bumped into him twice more, each time he chatted a bit and I let him have a good look at me. The second time I deliberately stood with my legs open so that he could get interview a good look at my pussy. When Amanda felt John’s cock begin to shake, she stood up, bent over offering her pussy to John. “I have the results,” she said.
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