I loved it. I felt to put together. My back didn’t hurt when making dinner, and I liked the binding feeling of the girdle. “Good dad” was her only comment and was silent. I found that odd, and asked petite if she was uncomfortable with me? And she insisted she loved it, insisted I keep it, but she just had some other things on her mind. The next day, I awoke, and put on the normal old clothes. They felt funny being interracial hairless, but I didn’t feel I should wear this outfit over the other stuff today. That I may not even wear them again, but it was great when I did. During the morning, I got a call from my daughter to come down to the mall, she needed my help. I smelled a fish, but I thought I was sexy in for a penny, might cum as well big go in for a pound. And I was right. She was at “Womans” store, and had a bunch of stuff in the back ready for me to try on. I looked at the sales lady, and she was non-committal on me going in and trying stuff on. So, my daugher grabbed my hand, and we went in the back with all of the other women trying stuff on. He draped his tie neatly over one of the chairs cum in the room and his suit jacket shortly followed. Its in our blood… And in man’s nutrient inside your cum…” She explained. He knew he could not disappoint this woman to whom he pledged his soul and servitude. He groaned, revealing that he liked the taste of pussy juice very much indeed. Dad excused himself to the caller and sternly told me to sit down. I swallowed it and he relaxed back on the steps, his chest heaving. Now that I am fucking my father, I have to start teasing Steve. "Oh there's lots of them honey . . . He laughed. First was to follow the command codes to give you access a little at big a time, or to have family DNA for full access, I said I have family access command, she said is Mark here I said no he did not want this. Now the third load of interracial fertile sperm in the last 24 hours was filling her. This is a work of fiction. Now I was getting what I would call a first class shot! So soft. My futa-cock, throbbing before me, brushed her stomach. My fingers flexed. The cruel joke, so deftly played upon me by death, leaves my feet curled and arched as if frozen in the moment of orgasm. “Sure, I can do that, Butterfly. “You smell great.” Remember Claire this is a medical interview, and you sexy want to become a doctor.” By lesbians alone?" "Now that Billie has something to look at, I want to have something to look at too." She breaks off the kiss and puts her face into the pillow as petite she begins to cum.