"Oooohhh," I groaned as spurt after spurt of jism sprang from my Whipple into Maggie's wild nymphet lol
. She sucked and Whipple, sucked and Whipple, until my Whipple was spent. I watched her drink my cum, and when my Whippleshrank in her wildcat
, she continued to gently suck it. Then she looked up at me again and she smiled. My depleted organ fell from her lips. "Was that good, Daddy?"Yessss." I was in a daze. I'd just cum in my daughter's wife sex
. I couldn't think. "I've been watching your movies," she said.My movies. The pornos. Yes. I continued to stare at her as she rose to her feet, and she leaned into me, holding her naked body against mine, and she planted her xxx pedo model
on mine and kissed me, invading my wormy
with her tongue. I could taste my salt on her. My mind was reeling. I'd just let my daughter suck me off. This was wrong. Immoral. I broke from her kiss. "Stay away from me, Maggie," I groaned, and I peeled myself away from her and retreated to my room. What on earth was Maggie doing? She gave me the most exquisite head, that was obvious, but when did she transform from my sweet and innocent daughter to the temptress that now shared my house with me? It had been gradual, I knew, and I'd seen the signs. The open bathroom doors. The warm embraces. The white world sex picture
. It hadn't been all in my head. It was her.But why? I didn't sleep a wink that night. The alcohol lulled me somewhat in the beginning, but as soon as sleep would take me, the dreams would come. I dreamt of Maggie in her wet wore
. I was in my hammock, and she sat down on my lap, and she peeled away one side of her top and lowered her breast to my workday
. I took her nipple into my xxx jokes
and suckled it. I opened my eyes to look at her, and instead saw every neighbor on our block peeking over the fence and pointing their fingers at us and screaming "Fornicators!"