“Let’s do this, girl,” I said to myself in the mirror, after slamming my drink, and said out loud, “I’ll be right there!”
I went to the guest room in the front of my house and peaked through the blinds, and saw that it was indeed Daddy Daryl. I was gobbling up his tongue as he was moving it methodically in and out of my mouth as our lips were locked. I pointed to where my room was, and told him to get comfortable while I made another drink and put on some music. Did I get that right?”
“Yes, daddy,” I replied, “how did you remember all of that stuff?”
He said, “To be perfectly honest, I’ve been thinking about you a whole lot since that night, and I don’t just give my card out to any girl. Walking with a plug inside of your pussy definitely helped me walk more feminine.
