Her eyes focused, she grinned at me. “That was a good one,” she said, “you're a lot suckingdick better than Franky.” She pulled a bandanna out of her pants hip pocket, folding it ball licking into a narrow pad and held it over her pussy as she worked her panties up to hold it in place. She got her pants up and was putting on her shoe. I silently handed her the t-shirt. I was feeling a little guilty and a little scared. Her dad could have snapped me like a twig. “I think you should keep a little distance,” I said, “this is wrong .” “Don't be silly,” she said, giving head “what daddy doesn't know wont hurt him.” “What I know might hurt you,” I said, “I might not be as gentle next time, if there is a next time.” “You didn't hurt me at all,” She said, “or not much, and it was a good kind of hurt.” What if I'd bent you over gagged that table and fucked your ass,” I said, being deliberately crude, jerking “and left you a bloody mess with a good chance of a serious infection?” She looked a little startled, looking me up and down, suddenly uncertain. “You'd do that to me?” she asked in a small voice. I am a firefighter so I was familiar with the activity. "Mary?" My father is large man, with bald head and a beard. She winced at first, and sensed my panic. This giving head time I was not surprised to find a pair of Bailey’s panties, they were still moist, probably from semen. As I moved my hand to her pussy she was soaking wet. Sally was now beginning to also lose herself into their little physical drama too. He grabbed suckingdick the back of my head to bring me closer gagged to his bulging red jerking cock head. She wants to be bred by you so badly, but she stayed away. “You won the bet. But it was futile, and ball licking it wasn’t long before the warleaders too were in full flight.