Seeing my penis erect was unbelievable enough, watching the shaft disappear into my beautiful daughter’s bald pussy was almost beyond me. If I was dreaming, it was the by far the best dream ever.Jody’s pussy, which sperm had already been well lubricated from watching her mom and brother fuck in the garden, was now soaking wet from her many missionary orgasms.Pink hair and matching butterfly wings drew notice.I used to fuck Dona and Tiffany all the time.{You are changing their geno to what we are.To me, John was making the most sense.I love watching her get all filled with cum.They have always thought you juicy are a MILF, but I think they need to be properly prepared for you.In order to wake her up, Hardcore start filling the tub with warm water.You reach into your purse, saying Good thing I brought this, as you pull out doggystyle your favorite vibrator.I am going to kiss you now, I whispered.They call out after us and say the most obscene things. What drives someone to surrender themselves to another so completely? What kind of person do you have to be inside to descend to such levels of sub-humanity and allow another to do whatever they please to you? I've known abuse growing up and I'd sperm gladly do it all over again before I'd allow half of what I've done to Mel to be done to me, yet she delights in it. Such a delicate and tender creature she was and it was almost like she expected me to treat her like something you use to scrap dogshit off of your boot with. The scariest part about it was, I was liking it. I was scared that if I became the kind of man she wanted me to be, would I retain the humanity necessary to see her as juicy the perfect creature I saw her as right now?*****We entered the tiny unincorporated village of Milton Hardcore around a quarter after 9 am. Milton had two intersecting county routes that acted as the main doggystyle streets of the town. In addition, it had a handful of side streets, a gas station, a diner, missionary two bars and maybe forty houses. I thought it would be easy to remember which house I lived in, but many of them looked the same and I started to question if what I was remembering was a different house altogether. Since we hadn't had breakfast yet, we decided to pull into the diner and get something to eat. A full-figured, woman somewhere in her early to mid forties with a heafty bosom and bubbly personality named, Bonnie, came to our table.