Chapter 18

As the days progressed, Flora’s ‘clothing optional’ movement continued to gradually gain comfortable acceptance among the others. No one seemed surprised when it became apparent that Sofia was the most eager to adopt the new policy. After witnessing the teen’s self-image and confidence blossom, most believed it would have been weird for her to react otherwise. Besides, Sofia was also being driven by a super-charged, teenage version of the hormones that still coursed through the more mature women, and they were plenty horny themselves.

Like most sisters, regardless of their age, a friendly, competitive spirit remained between Michelle and Romi. No one could say for certain whether it was fueled most by their own innate impishness or by their hormones. It started with each of them silently daring the other to become more brazen, but within just a few short days, both ladies seemed to slowly shed any lingering sense of modesty they’d had, and were casually naked a lot more often than not.

Angie took the longest to loosen up, but not for the reasons Michelle expected. In the beginning, Angie continued doing everything as she had before. The one exception was that she seemed at ease sunbathing and swimming nude, along with the rest of the clan. As it turned out, Angie’s discomfort with adopting the clothing-optional rules was one of a psychological nature. The lovely woman had never seen herself as particularly attractive ... not really.

Sure, her chest had blossomed early, later growing to impressive proportions - and she knew those twin torpedoes attracted a fair amount of lustful attention, but that type of attention didn’t improve the perception she had of herself. The seeds of that doubt had been planted many years before she even experienced puberty, by her parents and their Bible-thumping, sour-faced view of the world. They thought they were ‘protecting’ Angie by scaring her away from boys that might say nice things to or about her. “If a boy says you’re pretty, he’s just lying to ya’, tryin’ t’ get in your pants,” her mother had said on numerous occasions. And so, Angelica grew up thinking that anyone who said she was pretty was a lying pervert. Michelle’s genuine adoration of her had calmed those self-doubts, though it had taken quite a few years. But all that self-loathing came back to the fore while she was so heavy with child and waddling about with so many extra pounds of rolling chunkiness, Angie shuddered to think how hideous she must be to others.

Thankfully, Michelle and Henry were able to slowly help Angie see herself the way they saw her. And eventually, she began to show more ease when baring her skin. This pleased Michelle and Henry, certainly, but the one who gained the most from it was Angie herself. All the extra weight and girth she’d gained due to pregnancy made her constantly feel too warm, too sweaty, and just generally gross all over. Casual nudity resolved a couple of those problems.

At least once a day, Henry found himself lost in a daze of wonderment. Seemingly out of nowhere, something deep in his brain would force him to slow down and absorb the awe-inspiring display of womanly flesh that paraded so effortlessly around his home.

Flora’s body had continued to evolve with age, and though her hips and thighs continued to morph larger, Henry still found her alluring. It certainly didn’t hurt that she really was the love of his life, having shared so many blissful years at his side. He believed his wife was the epitome of a perfect woman; intelligent, compassionate and nurturing, while still possessing a body that made most men stop in their tracks just to watch her walk by. Sure, her once-flawless physiology was slowly growing rounder as her ancestral genes displayed her stereotypical Hispanic elder woman form. Her age became more evident in her frame and weight as time passed - but that was to be expected. After all, Flora’s mother’s body had apparently gone through the same transformation many years before Henry met her. It was a slightly sad moment of clarity when Henry realized that eventually, Flora’s body would become as round as her mother’s had. But his love for her was of the everlasting type. He would never be blind to her inner beauty.

All mushy thoughts aside, Henry still had the luxury of Romi and Sofia’s bodies to keep his fantasies sharp and his cock regularly entertained. Plus, they would remain tight, supple and available for many years to come.

Henry had to admit to himself that his own body had begun slowly showing its age. For example, his hair was growing ever grayer with each passing season, and his hairline had receded just a little. Where there had once been a washboard tummy, he now sported a slight paunch that hid his abs from easy detection. Not a Buddha belly or anything that drastic ... just a little roundness above his belt line. He was still healthy and strong, but the years were piling up, and he could see every one of those years when he stared in the mirror to shave each morning.

Almost every day, by the time the hottest part of the summer afternoon rolled around, the entire clan eventually ended up by the pool. As the days turned into weeks, Henry was eventually able to inure himself to the sight of so much gorgeous female flesh around him such that his cock no longer snapped to a full and immediate state of eagerness. The crisp, cool waters of the pool helped with that also. Still, he found himself at least partially aroused the vast majority of the time. His half-hard meat would sway and slap his thighs heavily with each step he took, delighting the ladies.

After enduring the assortment of staggering stimuli for almost a full week, Michelle could wait no longer – she needed to feel another human pressed against her ... inside her. She needed release. And since she had already received Angie’s go-ahead, and given Henry a heads-up, she approached him while he lounged in the pool. He was seated on the concrete steps, half-submerged, his eyes closed, and his head lolled back. Swimming toward him, Michelle surprised Henry by quietly approaching and sliding her body up his and planting a deep kiss on his lips.

“Mmm ... hey there, sugar butt,” Henry said after she pulled her face back from his, “what was that for?”

“Dad,” Michelle said, looking directly in his eyes, “d’ you remember when Angie and I first got here, and I said that I was hoping to have ‘special time’ again with you soon?”

Henry gave a tiny nod of his head.

“Well, now’s the time,” Michelle declared. “Can we go inside and make each other feel good for a while?”

“Um...,” Henry’s head swiveled around, trying to decide if there was anything else that needed his attention right away. Finding no reason to delay Michelle’s satisfaction – or his own – he smiled down at her impatiently waiting face. “Sure, sweetie. Let’s go,” he replied, finally. “Wait ... didn’t you say that Angie wants to be with you when we ... um ... get together?”

Michelle nodded while exiting the pool. “Yep. I’ll let her know...”

With that, they both stepped from the water and grabbed their towels. Michelle bent over Angie’s naked, quickly bronzing, pregnant body where the young lady was drowsily sunning herself. Giving her a brief kiss to wake her, Michelle smiled and said, “Dad and I are headed to his bedroom. Did you still wanna join us?”

Angie gave a slow, almost sleepy smile and slowly rose from her deck chair, waiting for Michelle to lead the way.

Henry’s excitement was plainly evident, as his erection flailed, bobbed and swayed heavily with each of his steps. As had always been the case, his cock was far too weighty to stick straight out from his body on its own, even when rock-hard. But at least when it was fully tumescent, it no longer slapped his thighs. Instead, it jutted out at about a 45-degree angle, eagerly guiding his journey, like a pulsing, meaty cane for a blind person. Thankfully, over his many years of lugging around his meat missile, he’d learned how to maneuver himself without slamming into random waist-high objects. Though Flora still teased him about the time, many years before, when he’d hopped out of bed with a rock-hard erection and accidentally knocked over a glass of wine and a lit candle from their nightstand.

Michelle’s eagerness was also evident, as her giddy rush through the house and up the stairs toward her parent’s room proved. Her cheeks and neck showed a flush of her excitement, tinted with rosiness. Henry hung back to aid Angie in climbing the stairs. He wasn’t sure she actually needed help, but he offered anyway, and she accepted his arm so they could scale the steps together.

As they all reached the original master suite, Angelica grabbed Henry’s hand and squeezed gently. “She’s really been looking forward to this, Henry,” she told him. “With my body feeling so weird, I haven’t wanted to ... ya’ know ... be intimate. Don’t get me wrong, I still enjoy trying to make ‘Chelle cum, but she feels guilty ‘cause she can’t make me feel good too. So, at the end of the day, I’m crazy from pregnancy hormones, and she’s crazy horny.” Angie laughed at her own quip.

“And so,” Angie spoke a little louder, so Michelle could hear, “this is all for ‘Chelle, my favorite girl. She gets to be the bandleader today. So, sweetie pie, what do you want us to do to make you feel good?”

Michelle’s face flushed warmly. She hadn’t expected to be so flustered. As she sat on the edge of the bed, she motioned to Angie. “C’mere, babe,” she said. Angie approached and the two shared a deep, warm kiss. When they separated, Michelle asked, “Will you lick my cooch, honey? I need to get extra wet for Dad’s big dick.

“Of course, babe,” Angie replied with a grin. She slowly made her way down Michelle’s body until she had her mouth planted on Michelle’s shaved mound.

Henry’s cock was growing ever more eager as he watched Angie lick, slurp, nibble and finger Michelle’s twitching twat. It took a great deal of self-control for him to not just reach down and jerk himself to fruition. Once again, he had to silently remind himself to be patient.

Once Angie had helped Michelle reach a screaming orgasm, the two kissed and basked in their afterglow for a couple minutes. After which, Michelle scanned the room for Henry’s shape, and sent him a smile that beckoned him to join she and Angie on the bed. “C’mon up here, Dad.”

“Where would you like me, sweetie?” Henry asked.

“Just lie back, Dad,” Michelle said. “I’ll do the work, if you’ll try to hold out ‘til I cum at least one more time.”

“I’ll do my best,” Henry said with a slight grin.

Michelle straddled his waist and leaned down to kiss him again. “Thank you, Dad.” She turned her head toward Angelica. “Would you mind letting Dad taste your milk, babe? I know he’d like to ... wouldn’t you, Dad?”

Henry began nodding slowly as he tried not to grin from ear to ear. “Yes, I would like that very much ... I mean, if you’re okay with it, Angie.”

For just a fraction of a moment, Angie’s face showed her disbelief at his answer. She still didn’t understand the attraction that an adult might have toward lactating breasts, least of all her own swollen milk bags. “I guess so,” she said, still baffled by the notion.

“Mmm ... yes...,” Michelle said throatily as she raised her hips and began trying to maneuver Henry’s thick meat into the outer lips of her pussy. “This is what I’ve been waiting for ... to feel Dad’s cock splitting me in two while my lovely Angie feeds him with her big, milky titties.” With another series of grunting moans, Michelle began bouncing ever so slightly on the first few inches of Henry’s thick meat.

Angelica still didn’t know what the fascination with milky-laden breasts was, but she followed her lover’s wishes and leaned over Henry, offering her teats to his lips.

Henry was doing all he could to avoid cumming too soon. And his libido was thrown into overdrive when he saw Angie’s rubbery, leaking nipples approach his face. He was actually salivating, drool collecting it the corners of his mouth. He licked his lips as she got nearer and nearer. Finally, her areola brushed his lips, and they both let out a tiny moan. As if he had been wandering thirsty in the desert for days, he latched his lips onto the closest nipple and began to suckle gently, causing Angie to emit airy moans of satisfaction.

She hadn’t expected to enjoy the sensation so much. Sure, Michelle had tried nursing from Angie’s swollen tits a couple times, and that had been pleasurable, but this was so much better. The feel of his manly face pressed into her breast flesh and his needful suckling combined with the sights, sounds and smells of Michelle driving herself onto his dick – all these things conspired to make Angelica hornier than she had been in months.

Henry thought he might have actually died, somehow finding the heaven of a loving God. Michelle continued to bounce, writhe and moan atop his eager pole, while her partner fed him with her heavy, wobbling mammaries. With each moment of Michelle’s movements, and each mouthful of Angie’s thin, sugary lactation, Henry fought the urge to cum. In a truly surreal warp, Henry’s mind was convinced that he’d been trying to stave off cumming for hours, but he would have sworn that he’d only been licking Angie’s milky tits for a few minutes. In actuality, just about 20 minutes had passed when they both heard Michelle’s voice, plainly giving orders while she urged everyone onward.

“Oh, fuck yeah! Suck on Angie’s big titties.” She yelled. “Gimme that dick, Dad! Aaahngmn! I’m cumming again! Cum in my pussy, Dad ... yeah ... c’mon ... yes ... c’mon.”

And so, with a mouthful of Angie’s milk-smeared boobs, Henry’s cock began to spit its own cream deep into Michelle’s hot, twitching tunnel. His dick jerked and spasmed inside her until she forced herself to pull her squelching cooch off it, allowing the rest of his load to keep spitting from his cock, painting his own chest and abs. After a brief rest to collect their breath, Michelle leaned down and kissed Henry.

“Thank you so much, Dad,” she said. “Do you think you can go again?”

Henry’s cock lurched, showing no signs of softening. He nodded.

“Awesome...,” Michelle whispered in amazement. “What d’ you say, Angie? Do you wanna ride him?”

Angie shook her head slowly. “No ... sorry, Henry ... I just can’t.”

“There’s no need to apologize,” Henry said, “you are allowed to say no, and everyone else should respect that.”

Somehow, he had succeeded once again in making her feel attracted to a man. His kind manner, even in the most unexpected moments, warmed her.

“That’s okay, babe” Michelle continued, “would you be okay with letting him cum on those big milk jugs of yours? I really wanna taste his cum and your milk at the same time.”

Angie’s face once again showed her surprise. It also displayed that she the idea wasn’t unpleasant to her ... quite the opposite, in fact. “Okay,” Angie answered demurely as she blushed.

“What do you think, Dad?” Michelle asked him. “Would you like some help ... I could try to use my mouth...?”

“Thanks, sweetie ... but I don’t think I’ll need it.” Henry began stroking his cock with vigor. The mixture of Michelle’s pussy juice and his own cum providing the perfect, all-natural lubricant.

“Mmm...,” Michelle hummed as she watched Henry’s hand slide up and down that girthy pleaser. At the same time, she scooted behind Angie and began to tenderly caress those swollen G-cup tits. With feather-light touches, she traced every contour of them, occasionally teasing the nipples with a slight brush.

As Henry felt himself growing closer to his explosion, he stood on the bed, looming over Angie and Michelle as they knelt before him. From behind Angie, Michelle used both hands to lift her lover’s leaking tits upward for Henry’s eyes, creating a target for his spunk.

Even so soon after having filled Michelle’s honey hole, Henry’s fun parts couldn’t hold out any longer. A barrage of ropey, pearlescent globs splattered on Angie’s immense tatas, causing her to emit tiny, involuntary moans. Over and over and over and over, Henry jerked and stroked his dick as it continued to spit spooge, glazing Angie’s glorious chest in his love juice.

As his emissions slowed to dribbles, Michelle scooted around Angie’s body again, and took Henry’s deflating dong in her mouth, nursing the last few dollops straight from the tap. When she released his sensitive schlong from her greedy mouth, Michelle turned and was a little surprised to find Angie scooping up some of Henry’s cum from her own heaving breasts and licking her fingers clean. Without the desire to wait any longer, Michelle dove into Angie’s chest, lips first. She slurped and suctioned Henry’s spend directly from Angie’s knockers as they dribbled with her titty milk, the combination of which made Michelle dizzy with desire - so much so that she spent the next 20 minutes or more cleaning Angelica’s bountiful bosom using nothing more than her mouth. She would start by licking up Henry’s spend, and then latch onto one of Angie’s rubbery nipples, greedily gulping down the boobie juice, then start the process all over again, purring with contentment along the way

Henry could have gone another round. His cock hadn’t fully wilted after firing his second load, and it continued to twitch with signs of hopeful readiness. But he could sense that Angie and Michelle needed some alone time, so he excused himself and headed toward the master bath to enjoy a long, relaxing shower.

“She won’t shut up about it!” Romi whined to Flora. “I mean, I remember feeling that way too, when I was her age. But for fuck’s sake! She’s just bound and determined to get her way on this, Momma. What should I do?”

Flora sat next to her daughter, listening patiently and patting her gently on the back. “Yeah, you’re right - you were just like that when you were her age. If you remember, I made you start using that anti-sperm foam stuff ... precisely for that reason.”

“Yeah,” Romi nodded slowly, her frustration quieting a little. “I always hated that stuff ... it made everything taste awful. It was so bad that I didn’t even wanna taste Daddy after he fucked me.” Romi shook her head and shuddered at the memory of the hideous flavor of that foamy gunk. “And I don’t think Sofia will go for it. She’d never use something that would keep her from being able to taste Daddy after having him inside herself.”

“Well...,” Flora began, “she has been on birth control for quite a while already ... and they do have those new ‘morning after’ pills now ... ya’ know, just in case. I don’t know – maybe it’d be okay to let her do it.”

Flora’s comment about the morning after pill shocked Romi. “Wait a sec ... you’re okay with using the morning after pill?! Miss “I Was Raised Catholic So I’m Pro-Life”?! When did you change your mind, Momma?”

“I don’t know ... a while back, I guess,” Flora admitted. “The more I thought about it, the more I realized that if a girl finds herself in that position without planning for it, then it shouldn’t be up to someone else to decide whether or not she has to have the baby.” Flora shrugged. Romi could see in her mother’s eyes that it had been a difficult decision for her, but she was even prouder of her for doing so. After all, the ability to change one’s mind based on new evidence was a sign of intelligence.

“Well, I’m glad you feel that way now, Momma,” Romi said, “but we’ve also gotta remember that once Sofia feels Daddy squirt inside her, she’s likely to get a kind of one-track mind about it.”

“True,” Flora admitted, her own eyes glassing over while recalling the heavenly sensation of Henry’s large tool pulsing inside her while it delivered what seemed like a quart of daddy sauce. The thought made her begin to tingle and shiver all over. “But I still say you might as well just let her go ahead, honey. Give her one last lecture about the responsibilities of raising a child, if it makes you feel better. But we both know that Sofia’s a smart girl, just like you were. You’ve made sure she has all the information, knows how to take precautions, and she knows what will happen if she doesn’t. Sooner or later, you’ll have to trust her make the decision on her own.”

Romi sighed. “Yeah ... you’re right.”

The two shared an embrace before Romi went in search of Henry. She found him in the swimming pool, lounging on an inflatable raft, his wide back and muscular buns exposed to the sunshine. Sofia was occupying a deck chair, letting the sunlight bronze the entire front of her busty, naked form. Seeing the two of them enjoy the day so languidly, Romi chuckled to herself in anticipation of how she expected Sofia to react. Her plan had been to speak with Henry privately about the matter first. But in that moment, she changed her mind. Clearing her throat, Romi got their attention.

“Alright, I’ve made my decision,” she said, forcing her face to wear a mask of resigned acceptance. “Sofia, if it’s still what you want, you have my permission. You’re grown and matured enough to make the right decision ... I trust you.”

Sofia’s reaction was immediate and quite loud. A piercing shriek of joy preceded the teen’s cat-like quickness as she sprung from the lounger and hugged her mother.

The look on Henry’s face showed the depth of his cluelessness. Though he’d heard every word Romi had said, he had no earthly clue what she was talking about. As he lifted his face to ascertain what was happening, Sofia was separating from her mother and running toward the edge of the pool, directly toward him. In a move that showed her age, Sofia leapt from the edge of the pool and curled her body into a classic cannonball shape. Henry watched all this as if it were in slow motion; The bounce and slap of the teen’s gravity-defying breasts, the beaming smile on her face. She hit the water with enough force to displace far more liquid that her slight body would have indicated. The cool water and rocking motion of his inflatable raft forced Henry to roll into the deep end of the pool, still unsure what all the excitement was about.

Sofia’s body soon found his. As soon as his head popped above the waterline, she wrapped herself around him and was already grinding her little pussy against his flaccid cock. The mix of her soft shape against his, along with her movements and the smell of her tanning lotion, all stirred together in Henry’s confused mind. But his cock wasn’t confused. Not even a little bit. Stanley began to rise, and Sofia could feel it. She pushed her face against his, seeking out his mouth with her tongue. Sofia kissed him hungrily, as if she wanted to inhale his affection. Sure, it was clumsy and slobbery, but her enthusiasm was infectious, and did nothing to quell the lustful need Henry felt. Of course, the feel of her petite frame pressed against him didn’t hurt either. Those pleasure pillows squashed into his abs, the pebbly nipples scraping his flesh. After a few minutes of passionate tongue-wrestling, she pulled back enough to look him in the eyes.

“What’s goin’ on, punkin’?” Henry asked, genuinely curious.

“Mom said it’s okay for you to cum inside me, if you want to,” Sofia said with obvious glee, and only a tiny bit of shyness in her mannerisms.

Obviously, his very first thought was ‘well, let’s get to it then’. But thankfully, he was able to pull the reins a bit. “Sweetie, there’s a lot you need to think about before doing ... that. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather wait and think it over some?”

“I’ve been thinking about it since the very first time we made love, Papa,” Sofia said, her eyes taking on a dreamy look. “And I’ve been talking to Mom about it a lot lately too.”

“That’s true, she has,” Romi interjected, from one of the poolside chairs. “She’s been talking my ear off about it, actually.”

“And Mom said it’s okay for us to do it even if she’s not there to watch,” Sofia said, her grin still spreading from ear to ear. Over the months since they’d allowed Sofia to join in ‘special time’, Romi had made it clear that anytime Sofia was involved, either she or Flora needed to be there to answer questions and keep the girl in check. Apparently, that was changing. “Isn’t that right, Mom?”

Romi nodded. “That’s fine, honey. I trust you to make good decisions when you and your Papa are together ... as long as he still makes time for me.” Romi smirked and winked at Henry.

Henry understood what Romi was no-so-subtly hinting at and returned her wink with one of his own. Turning his attention back to Sofia, whose body was still writhing and grinding against his, he said, “Well then, if you’re absolutely sure...”

“I’m sure!” Sofia interrupted him, her eagerness on full display.

Henry continued, “ ... then the next time we’re together, we’ll just see how it goes. There’s still no need to rush anything. I need you to remember that, okay punkin’?”

Sofia nodded. “I’ll remember. But I’ve already been waiting so long to see what it feels like. I mean, you finish inside Mom and my abuela all the time ... heck, you even squirted inside Auntie Michelle the other day! I wanna feel it too...”

Henry wrapped his arms around Sofia and kissed her cheek. “That’s fine, sweetie. But you should keep something else in mind too – you can always change your mind, okay? You’re allowed to do that, and it won’t upset me, I promise. But after it’s happened, it’ll be too late.”

“I know that Papa,” Sofia nodded. “Can we go do it, like, right now?”

Henry chuckled before turning toward Romi. “Where’s everyone else?”

“They went into town to get groceries,” Romi answered. “And Momma wanted to go by the video store to see if she can find any more of those old movies you guys like. Before you ask, I don’t know exactly when they’ll be back, but they’ve only been gone about 30 minutes so far.”

Henry chuckled to himself. He knew his wife well, and he knew that the woman couldn’t simply walk into a store, get what she wanted, and then leave. She typically spent way too long ‘shopping’ in any given retail establishment, carefully poring over every item, determined to find only the best deals, even on stuff she didn’t need or want. “Well, you know your mom is gonna be a while then. They probably won’t be back ‘til close to dinner time.” He kissed Sofia’s cheek again before saying, “Okay punkin’, looks like we’ve got some time to ourselves.”

“Goody!” Sofia exclaimed before she untangled herself from Henry and swam to the edge of the pool. From there, she gracefully climbed the concrete stairs, retrieved her towel from the lounger, then began drying herself. Henry followed suit.

The petite, exuberant teen had barely dried her body, then wrapped her towel around her head to turban her wet hair up before heading indoors. Henry wasn’t young enough to keep up with her anymore, but his enthusiasm for her young body hadn’t waned in the slightest. His cock was hardening rapidly, which caused Romi to chuckle and grin at him.

“Try not to fuck her so hard you push her through the mattress, Daddy,” she quipped with a wink.

Henry looked down at his thick dong and blushed. Then, with a slight grin, he replied, “I make no promises, sweetie.” He then turned and made his way inside the house before heading upstairs to the master bedroom. When he got there, he found Sofia already on her back in the center of the bed, toying with her hairless pussy. Her eyes lit up when he appeared it the doorway.

He climbed into the bed and leaned over her, kissing her face tenderly before asking, “Okay, punkin’ ... what would make you feel good right now?”

“My pussy is already really wet, Papa,” she said, looking straight into his eyes, “can you just put it in me? I wanna feel you on top of me, pushing your big dick inside.”

“I can’t think of anything in the world I’d rather be doing, sweetie,” Henry said before kissing her again. He then jockeyed himself between her slender thighs and pointed the bulbous crown of his cock at her dripping pink flower and began easing himself into her, a little at a time. His size still took her breath away. After several minutes of patiently feeding her little pussy a bit more of his meat with each tender lunge, he was almost 2/3 of the way buried in her. Sofia suddenly took on more urgent, demanding mannerisms. She wrapped her arms around his midsection as far as she could, digging her fingernails into his back, pulling him toward her so she could smush her oversized cans into his firm chest. Her tiny murmurs of “oooh yes, Papa” became shouting commands like, “Yes! Fuck me with that big dick, Papa! Oh God! It’s still stretching me! So good ... so good ... so...”

With such encouragement, Henry couldn’t wait any longer, and pushed forward as hard as he dared, fully sheathing his thick tumescence inside her tight, twitching tunnel. Her eyes popped wide open as she gasped and seemed to hold her breath for a long time. Other than the muscles inside her 14-year-old pussy that continued to spasm, she appeared almost catatonic. Henry stayed motionless, waiting for her to give him some sign that she was okay.

Almost a minute passed before she suddenly gasped again, filling her lungs with precious oxygen once again. “Oh fuck!” she exclaimed. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that, Papa!” And with that statement, she began to roll her hips upward toward him, urging him to move again. He started slowly, pulling all but the helmet of his big cock out of her clutching coochie, then plunging back inside her fully. Sofia began to grunt and emit little whining noises with each thrust. After 15 minutes or more of this, she said, “Papa, I think you’re too heavy on top of me.”