“Betsy!”
“Can I see it?”
“No.”
“Why? Without missing a beat, she took it deep into her mouth and started sucking me. Indianporn (By this, her 4th year at the all-girl camp, her odd pear shape was long-accepted and she wore a thong bikini unselfconsciously.) Her pudge was evolving into sleek, overall padding, and her thrusting, pouting belly was even better showcased by her tan lines. “I love you, Daddy,” she would whisper. I stuck in a tentative finger. After a few moments, her smile got wider, if possible. Betsy blew through high school in Palo Alto, happy with life, scoring top grades, and running with the concert band and jazz group. So I washed her arms, her legs, her neck and back, while she rotated in and out of the shower to rinse. Betsy moaned and shook, holding my head and pushing me into her. Impossible!
