"Oh NO, Daddy," Molly said, almost laughing, "Your c**k. My cunt. It feels so good. Like nothing I've ever... Oh f**k I'm sorry for cursing, Daddy but your p***s, your big hard Daddy c**k, it's making me... fffffffFUCK."
"Oh God," James said, "Me too, baby."
"Yeah?" Molly asked, almost little-girl like, "Your little girl's p***y is doing OK for you?"
"Oh honey it's amaaaaaazing," James said.
Molly heard her mother make a little snort. She looked up and saw Christine was now sitting in front of her. She was eyeing her daughter strangely. There was a whole bucket of emotions there. Hurt, love, jealousy, remorse. Desire.
"Honey?" Christine asked. She was kneeling, almost supplicant. Her tiny, pointed t**s almost right at Molly's mouth.
"What is it, Mom?" Molly asked. She couldn't keep t
