Banana Race

He was wondering if her mother blonde should talk to Willow about life, sex and adulthood. He studied her briefly, accepted her questions then grinned “I’m not that old, how about a May-October relationship?” he teased. Willow sensed she didn't have his full interest yet, his cum attention for sure but not his complete intimate interest. She stepped closer to the edge of daring “Daddy, I think I’m ready to go to bed with a man. I never did it before but I get really strong feelings when I'm around someone special.” She locked her eyes on his, her voice dropped to a suggestive whisper “Do think I should?” He damn near swallowed his tongue he gulped so hard, his chest was vibrating from the rapid slamming of his heart, his prick reacted to the sexy girl looking at him with deep inviting eyes. She was his daughter for Christ's sake, what the hell was he doing on a blanket with her alone in the night with a bottle of wine to loosen his morals and maybe her legs?? As he trembled with fear for what he was thinking one thought came through clearly; adorable a question, a feeling. Was he being seduced? Did the vexing young girl set this whole evening up by the way she dressed, the fresh new hair style, the enchanting way she made up her face, the boldness of her words? Clarity of thought returned and he sat up next to Willow “We have to go home girl, it’s getting late.” Disappointment clouded her mind but she recovered quickly “Yeah, maybe tits we should, this ground is hard, my bed is a lot more comfortable.” Wham! Those words put the idea back in his head, did she just invite him to her bed? Of course not, she was his daughter, she was voicing an opinion. He backed the car out of the parking spot then as he started the drive home Willow turned sideways leaned back against her door and curled her legs up so her feet rested on the seat too. She adjusted the skirt so cumshot it fell evenly across her thighs, uncorked the bottle then they sipped wine for the twenty-minute drive home. Most guys would kill for a sexual experience like that. He started to long stroke her, and it was obvious cum she was loving that feeling of the cock leaving and then instantly filling her back cumshot up again. Both of us are out of breath. He also made sure she was well tied so she could move a bit but not escape. blonde “That is... quite the outfit, Lizzie.” Other then that their bodies moved in perfect synchronization right down to each whinny they let out. "Thank God it was a real picture" I had thought to myself with excitement that I couldn't hide. I put my finger on her clit and rubbed it while I fucked her slowly. I screamed into her mouth and but I kept ramming my cock into her. I want to do everything with you. I buried my face in my hands and prayed that a lightning bolt would kill me. The Life Giver stared dumbfoundedly at the half-breed nymph holding tits out a wooden soldier, a hopeful smile stretched across her lips. After adorable we got our drinks, Jill answered my other question, “We should be dreadfully slow tonight.