“You put Skipper out back?”
“Yes daddy.”
God how she’d grown. My five o’clock shadow must have been rubbing her raw, but she didn’t seem to mind. No, but Skipper could. The TV was on. No, but Skipper could. Your cock is very big.”
“Not really,” I smiled. Jefferson can see our back door. He humped over and over as his sperm shot into her womanhood. For one short moment she looked horrible. She swallowed convulsively for a moment, then easily kept up with the spurts of cum. There were times when it embarrassed me too. I couldn’t love her any more than I did at that very moment. Now was the bad part. I took a moment to take in her beauty, from her short blonde hair to her slender figure, and her white socks. “Oh yes, daddy,” Jill hissed. I mashed it out of shape, then tweaked the nipple with my calloused fingers. Her slender legs were neatly crossed. I pulled on my pants and shirt, then grabbed a new cup of coffee and a knife. She just sat holding her bare knees while Skipper went to town in that sweet, young pussy. I was hard now, hard and throbbing. Murder was illegal in Washington. “Ok.
