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He was such a sexy man. So strong considering his age. He was older than Grandma. He was her daddy, too. And Mommy's daddy. And mine. I shuddered at how wonderful our family was. I wanted to have his baby, too. His daughter for him to breed. Daddy took my hand when I reached the bed, japan Mommy behind me. I trembled, my small breasts quivering as he drew me onto the mattress. My virgin pussy chubby clenched. His hand was so strong. He stared at me with such passion in his green eyes. Grandma took my other hand with a gentle touch. “It's okay, Vanessa,” asian she said, her thumb stroking the back of my hand. “We just want you to be happy. You don't have to do anything you don't want to.” “That's right,” Mommy said. She grabbed my rump and squeezed it. “Don't force yourself. We want you to have no regrets.” “I don't have any,” I said, still nervous, but I was buzzing from the orgasm Mommy gave me. “Okay,” Daddy said, smiling. I was his third daughter to come to his bed. “Look at that. Isn't that a beautiful sight? Your grandmother's pussy leaking my cum.” I nodded my head. She had shaved her fatty pussy. It was leaking out of busty her, her pussy lips thick like Mommy's. She was so gorgeous. She smiled, her cheeks smooth. Darkness swept across my vision. He started to tease me, he would press his cock against my ass and then pull away japan just as he was about to enter. Mark looked at me then looked at my mom and said no it just happened. I asian closed the file and copied every chubby video and picture file I could find from his computer to mine. After the ‘incident’ the egg had made me cum twice more before I got to the ‘clothing optional’ area as I later found that it was called. “Fuck her so hard!” “The lack of underwear, I couldn’t help but notice when you were sleeping and leaning on your ‘Master’. "Do your thing, Mr Stephens, nice neat stitches like a schoolgirl now please." I would if I had permission from my futa-mistress!” “Lori…I will let him do whatever he wants to me…if he busty keeps making me feel like this…ANYTHING he does is fine with me! In fact, whatever he tells me to do…WHAT-EVER he tells me to do…Lori…I’ve stood in front of my big bay window, completely naked, and threw the curtains open…Doug was at the mailbox!” That’s my fantasy, the short version, a fantasy that I would be more than happy if it never became reality, and if it ever did, she had to be the one to start every single bit of it, and I mean every..single..bit! “I can’t hear your head, son. He pulled them down slowly revealing her blond neatly trimmed bush, her pussy lips were wet. “They’re not in the fatty Moravian Quarter at all” she gasped, her breathing now hoarse and ragged. Also her right hand was cupping her pussy; was she playing with herself? Or did she know and had another motive?