Now, she had me, she had her sister, she had her Family and she had the life she discovered she always wanted. This is why she was doing what she was doing. She liked having me stuffed down her throat, not for the sexual pleasure of it, though she did love it when I throat fucked her, but this was more about the connection. This was more about feeling safe and secure, about feeling me inside her, all around her, smelling everything about my masculinity and rubbing against it. I reached down to stroke her japanese cheek and head as she whiled away, causing her a start. "Good morning, Bonnie." Unable to speak, she wriggled her body slowly in acknowledgement as she started sucking more and playing with my balls in a more stimulating manner. Clearly, she was gearing up for a blowjob, but I had other plans. "No, no. You just keep doing what you're doing, my dear." I patted her on the head gently, receiving a grateful wiggle as she ceased her efforts and returned to her meditations. I continued to stroke her head for another thrity seconds before she began pulling up. I guess it was time for air. "Good morning, Daddy." She spoke with some difficulty, considering she hadn't used her voice since yesterday and had been using her throat as a cocksleeve for who knows how long this morning. Once I had all my girls pregnant, I told them to start addressing me as 'Daddy', as it was something Mel started doing. I was much more comfortable about discussing incest Brunette with Audrey and Bonnie than I had originally been cumshot with Mel, for obvious reasons. Now that Bonnie and her sister were deeply involved in an incestuous relationship, they were totally supportive of raising our children to be the same way. We had no idea what sexes our kids would be, but we all agreed that if any were girls, they would not be denied the joy of serving their Daddy. I told them that, while I would not shield the children from the dynamic of blowjob the lifestyle we lived, meaning they would understand that these three women were effectively my wives and were submissive to me, I would not include them in our activities, until they were of age. My girls understood my reasoning for such a decision, but wished we lived in a world where my children would be free to grow up experiencing such strong family asian bonds. While there was no question daughters would be raised to serve, there was much debate about what to do about sons. Each of my women had different opinions on how we should handle that. Since we were not going to be keeping the dynamic of our relationship from the children, we were really only left with five options: 1: Raise the boys to be Alphas. 2: Raise the boys to be submissive. 3: Let them make their own choice. 4: Abort them. 5: Give them up for adoption. Bonnie was the only one who thought any sons should be raised as Alphas. “How are you feeling, is it healing?” With an additional caveat, I enjoyed having a camera (sometimes just japanese the one on a phone if it was totally unplanned) record the events for my future posterity. The boss, Ron, had a finely tuned sneaky side. Tortured to an orgasm, what a terrible experience - or wonderful, depended from which end you were looking at it! Wanting to keep some kind of control Tara wanted to deny him something, but she had almost no resolve. Neither of us told anyone anything. My dick throbbed in Anael's mouth as my daughter and Courtney's mouths melted together. “Go further? Who? “Hey, enjoying your swim?” “What happened, then?” I cupped my left hand over her mouth, standing behind her, before I shoved almost all of my cock’s length deep in cumshot her sloppy wet. One arm reaching around and grasping one of her breasts. “Ah, geez lady, I dunno,” Brian teased. The woman shuddered, a breathy gasp pushing from between her lips. “We could put up a blowjob sign at the trail saying four handsome and willing bachelors this way, and then add an arrow”, Lee was musing, “and since the footpath is gone in places, we could tell them to shoot up a flare if finding themselves lost asian and we’d simply come meet them”. She was still dragging Brunette me by the hand when we got inside her front door. ‘You think I am beautiful?