I reached under the t-shirt he slept in and lightly caressed his chest. Big cock His fingers lightly parted the fur on my mound, gently insinuating themselves deeper, until he cupped my vagina and softly squeezed in a slow rhythm. Planning ahead, I was wearing nothing under my overly long t-shirt. But then…but then…his fingers withdrew and traced my opening, travelling slowly upward until he found my clitoris. I’ll know this part when I’m with dad.” I began my slow strokes and as his breathing quickened and his moans began I sped up. “He’s learned the right touch too,” I thought, as his hands drifted along my curves, finding and cupping my breasts lightly, caressing my nipples. Not tonight, but soon. By now I had learned to calibrate my grip correctly; his moans confirmed it and I thought “damn, I’m getting good at this.
