“Mmmm,” she found herself murmuring. Just one more sip daddy?” she pleaded, raising the glass to her lips with quite some difficulty. Amateur porn Fully transported as the lips applied their wondrous pleasures to her other nipple, she could but wriggle her hips in recognition of their silent talent. Michaela walked quickly around the table and hugged her father. Again she tried to open her eyes but was unable to make out anything more than a transient shape on the bed near her. Giggling profusely, she had to excuse herself more than once to go visit the restroom. **
The girl’s upbeat demeanor was not lost on her father. It was now Tuesday evening and Michaela had been working late, finishing up a major project on “The abolition of slavery.” Clearing away her books and papers – she couldn’t bear waking up to a messy room – she changed into her nightdress, completed her bathroom preparations and wasted no time in getting in to bed. Had she subconsciously done this herself mid-sleep or was there another explanation? She was no longer sure of anything. She had felt the intimate touch and knew this was no instance of unfettered imagination at work. Whatever came next would have to wait until her head cleared or the morning…whichever came first.
