“I’m not your Daddy,” I reminded her, “I can fuck you right here little lady, it’s your call, no need to go outside in the cold and wet to get laid.”
“No Daddy,” she said, “But Daddy,” she added, “That feels really really nice.”
“I know honey, and when you slip down on my cock I’ll take you right to heaven,” I offered. The sex wasn’t great down below as she hadn’t got the experience to do much with the muscles in her vagina but with the mouth action it was pretty special. “What was all that about?” I asked. “What was all that about?” I asked. I looked at Mary and she was holding Jodie’s hand and crying. Her black lacy bra showed her tits plainly through her thin white shirt, her short red miniskirt barely hid her skimpy red panties and she had difficulty keeping her balance on her high heels.
