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“I’m so glad you and mother are getting along.” Abigail says. I’m brushing her long red hair. Both of us naked. A bit of loving foreplay before our sex. “Do you think she will be as slutty as me?” My beautiful daughter asks. “I don’t know indian Muffin. Maybe.” I can’t help thinking about how Josephine has gotten a bit more daring in bed. “Probably.” “I hope so.” She turns her head to smile at me. “Let’s do something naughty with the brush.” She asks. “I saw some things online I’d like to try.” I spank her with the flat side of the brush as she lays across my lap squealing. I stop after only a few firm strikes. “No, daddy.” She gasps. “Don’t stop. Punish your little whore.” So I turn her pale ass red with the brush. Spanking past where I would normally stop, even if it was just my hand. Then she lays on her back, spreading her legs and putting her hands blowjob behind her head. I can’t take my eyes off her close up big perky tits. “That’s right daddy, those are next. First I want you to brush my pussy.” I must look confused. “The bristles, daddy. Directly on my pussy. I want to feel it.” I place one hand on her fuzzy pubis. And the other grips the brush handle. Lightly I run the brush up and down her young cunny. Listening to the rasp of horsehair bristles on soft flesh. She groans loudly at the sensation. pov “Does...does that hurt, Muffin?” I amateur ask concerned. When I inflated her body with cum it broke through her ovaries and fertilized every single egg she carried. Little did they know that Yo-jong’s screaming had alerted Song that something was happening. I wonder if this evil creep was the one who corrupted my son in the first place. 'No, I don't mind it as far as you are with me' he replied. pov 1 – by falsehood or omission, the truth thou shall not disguise: in no case shall the submissive conceal or disguise the truth to his master. I grinned back, as she served me half of a cup of coffee, cautioning me to sip it slowly. I couldn’t control myself, Sandy was just so fucking blowjob hot! I positioned my warm, yet still lubricated slit over the head of my manly appendage and slid it in, stretching my walls out as it filled up my tunnel, fitting like a hand to a glove. But at the same indian time my social life was pretty much non-existent. “He does have... enthusiasm,” the queen purred. He pushed his hand down and it came out of me like amateur a flood and as it did, I came, I came hard, an orgasm started and then, then he pulled the plug out of my ass and for a few moments glorious new sensations flooded over me and then I became detached and then it all just became too much and I didn’t remember anything else for a few moments. “Fuck, Melody!” he snarled. She turned her head and gave me a hot, quick kiss on the lips. Thank you.” They went into the kitchen and close up Bobby put the food on the table. “No I didn’t.”