Well, it’s official. Kate fools around with her dad. At first I didn’t know how to feel, or more accurately how I should feel, but then I thought fuck how I SHOULD feel about it, how DO I feel about it. First, it’s none of my business. If that’s what floats her boat, then why should I feel anything other than ...
“His spunk is still running out of my cunt, Becky. You remember my cunt, don’t you? Well, my cunt sure as shit remembers you....and your fingers....and your tongue. I can’t wait till January.....I wan you to lick me out again.” By this point my hand was in my panties playing with my new piercing. “I can’t wait... » Read more