it is our false front. my hand is in my panties and rubbing back and forth, up and down, in and out. But we do exist, and I am so deeply ingrained in this life style that i find it hard to live without it. I wait a moment and then clean his dick off with my tounge, not wnating any to go to waste. I quickly remove it and wipe it on the back of a pillow. I love my father fine, but im not sure im ready for what is to come today. most people dont really want to. I shake out of my Bra, and his mouth moves from my lips and tounge down to my young breasts, licking, sucking and enjoying them as much as he can as his right hand continues to move in and out of my pussy. His first sexual act to me on my thirteenth birthday was still, I believe, His greatest. it is our false front. Manual labor keeps him lean, but not completly fit, and his non-perfect
