He threw open the glovebox and found a photo of Brie and her friend Elsie playing with a Ouija board he had stashed there a couple years before. Elsie was Brie’s best friend in her grade, and almost a year older than her. They both had mischievous smiles on their faces, grimacing wickedly at the camera as they attempted to commune with spirits. He had stashed the photo under the pretense that it was a cherished memory of his, but truthfully, it was because he thought Elsie’s impish smile was kind of sexy. Warrick unzipped his pants and stared intently into her eyes. Making a quick decision, he fished out his hard cock and began masturbating wildly. He knew he shouldn’t be beating off to his daughter’s best friend, but in the privacy of his car, he didn’t care. She was his type—lithe and boyish in proportion, with small breasts, yet cute and feminine in her face, with large round eyes and a ready cumshot smile—even if she was young enough to be his daughter. She was a natural dancer from a very young age, and he always enjoyed watching her at recitals and hip-hop competitions. Brie would sit at his side, both of them cheering her on. He slicked his whole shaft down with the copious precum oozing from his slit and it wasn’t long before he felt his balls filling up. He imagined Elsie’s hand on his cock instead of his own. He glanced over at his daughter in the photo and felt a little awkward that she was in the frame at all. It felt like she was watching him, and judging him for his deviant behavior. As he continued to stroke, however, his mind eased into a familiar sexual indifference. Besides, he considered, it was sort of her fault that he was all riled up in the first place, with her taking off her shirt in the blowjob car and gasping wantonly. He looked back and forth between Elsie and Brie and his imagination began to fire up further. He imagined Elsie climbing onto his cock while his daughter looked on, watching as he took her shaved innocence. He imagined Brie’s curiosity getting the best of her, so that she would inch closer to Elsie’s panting face. Then, in his mind, the two girls began to make out. Then he imagined Brie was straddling his chest, her young pussy in front of his face. And then suddenly Elsie wasn’t even there anymore. It was just his cum-addled brain and his daughter, him watching her as she engulfed the head of busty his cock in her tiny mouth. He mature stared hard at the photo, into his daughter’s mischievous eyes, and that was it. He burst his load all over the photo, there in the car. He almost embarrassed himself because of how much cum flowed from his cock. It streamed over his hands, the front of his pants, and the steering column. She squirted a blob of the lube on her fingers and reached down to spread in cumshot in her blowjob slit. As his year long ride led him aimlessly about the West of the time, it eventually led him to the town of Sage Brush again for him to take up at the stables once more and to try mature to find a way to live the rest of his life. Stones were thrown his way, most missing, but some finding its mark. “Are… are you sure about this? Snatched pieces of conversation at the school gates, told her that some of the Mums had had dealings with Hopkins and had even been to his flat for sex. I text Jennifer and Paula that I had their carry permits. I felt my balls tightening up, I was so close to cumming…and fortunately, my lovely cock-sucker knew it too. She teased me with her wicked touch. The group quickly gets up on the plane when we arrive. “Because we can; and besides, we like being naked in front of men don’t we Tanya?” Carrie said. “Not shy are yoy?” I had never seen a cock spurt that much cum and it excited me so much I thought I might faint. The boy backed away as his ejaculating shaved had ceased and suddenly the teacher jumped up on the table and standing up almost to the ceiling straddled her naked body. Karen looked over at them, gave them a busty wave, a big smile and a wink. He knew deep down, he still liked her, and that maybe Ronnie was right. “Shit,” he groaned as I pumped his cock up and down his dick. "I'm not responsible for what happens when I drink," she finally blurted out. “Ooh, and let's make it fun.” She snapped her fingers. I said that I was (I wasn’t) and a couple of seconds later Lucy appeared in the doorway. I can talk to Master! In only a minute or two, he started to moan and hump up to meet my mouth, then started to moan.