I don't know...um... seven, eight months I guess” she whimpered. She could hardly breath, Josh was squeezing her that much; she was sure his grasp w...uld leave bruises on her arms. Suddenly he let her go, her shoulders dropping and as her heels found the floor she felt his hand strike her hard across her left cheek. Isabella hit the floor hard and caught her arm on the corner of the table, pain searing through her body, her cheek burning, on fire. She instinctively grasped her face, her breath. She seemed pleased to see a large bulge in my boxers and took off her own jeans. She was wearing navy blue, lace undies. She looked like the most fuckable girl ever. We played around and fondled each other until she took my cock out. At which point I dove my hand down her undies, expecting to feel some red/ginger pubes but I discovered a completely smooth and wet pussy. My favourite.We couldn't resist our desires any longer, she moved further up the bed, bent over the edge and opened the bottom. As I keep rubbing her slit up and down feeling her juices flow out I slip my middle finger between her lips and felt something hard. It was round and every time I rubbed she gripped my arm tight and moan softly. It was her clit. Everything that was happening felt like a dream but it was happening. As she holds onto my arm I found something I've never felt before I slipped my middle finger in and felt her tighten onto my finger and her grip tighten and a soft groan escape her. She looked up at. But, it was already too late. My father arranged his clothes and walked to the bathroom door, then turned to look at me. The gleeful, dark, ripe lust I'd seen in his eyes just a moment before was gone, replaced with fear and shame. "Daddy!" I pleaded. "Get dressed," he said, harshly. "Hurry up!" He slammed the door shut and I leaned back, my pussy aching and unfulfilled. Two weeks went by. Dad stopped coming home on Tuesdays and Thursdays. He avoided me at home. He went to bed earlier and.
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