Mommy groaned around my nipple. Her pussy squeezed around my digits. I thrust them in and out of her, loving the feel of her. Her silky sheath clung to my fingers. My hips wiggled back and forth. My other hand pumped up and down Daddy's big cock. “Ooh, Daddy, you're so hard for me,” I groaned. “You're going to make me into a japan woman.” Daddy popped his mouth off my nipple. “I've been waiting for this since we found out you were a girl growing in your mother's womb.” Mom's hand slid down my stomach and crossed my shaved uniform pudenda. My thighs parted to let Mom cup my cunny. I gasped as she touched my virgin flesh. This hot, incestuous wave of rapture shot through me as Mommy stroked me. Her mouth popped off my nipple. “So have I. Ever since Dr. Wilson showed me you on the ultrasound. We knew we would love you. That it would be beautiful.” “You're beautiful,” Daddy said. He always told me that, complimenting me, showering me in praise. It made me feel so warm normally, but tonight, it made me feel like such a woman. I was ready. “I love you, my little Ava.” “You're just so gorgeous,” Mom said, her digits rubbing up and down my slit while my fingers pumped in and out of her cunt, her juicy flesh squeezing around me. “You're going to be a woman soon.” “And bred?” I asked. “Can I have your baby, Daddy? Your daughter?” “Yes,” he growled Asia and then he kissed me. I gasped as his goatee rasped against my lips and chin. He kissed me like I was a woman. His daughter-lover. I shuddered as his tongue thrust oriental into my mouth. My pussy grew japanese hotter and hotter, Mommy's fingers rubbing up and down my cunt. Her digits danced around my flesh, brushing my clit. Pleasure sparked through me. The crowd cheered with each move. Both girls said "no way." Just a few more strokes, and I would explode. Marie went back to her room and began to look at her clothes to figure uniform out what to wear. Entertainment six japan nights of the week, Karaoke one night, Live singers for three, and Mike did a disco the other two, and he was good, the punters loved him. Her eyes were fixed just above the television at a spot on the wall. Aingeal I was captivated by his thick red pubic hair and his cock and balls were very red as well except for the steady drool of thick, clear seminal fluid flowing from the gaped hole in the center. Instead of a multi-colored Asia graphical image it now only showed snow like if it's feed went missing. "You oriental can see into my house from here?" The whole outfit was deep “You just don't know Sam that well. For the rest of that day, japanese the event of Saturday night played over and over in my mind. She balled up the flimsy clothing and spread her legs slightly, then unceremoniously wiped her sopping vagina with it, cleaning up as much moisture as possible. Her shoulder length dirty blonde hair just from the beauty shop was so well done as was her nails...lilac colored as was her lips.