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She went to a hall mirror and checked her image, “This looks much better with the earrings,” she gushed, “a better match.” She turned to me, “It’s beautiful.” I said good night to my ex who was smiling with pride with how she had raised and groomed the alluring teen girl. As I followed Zina to the car, I wondered if I should compliment how she looked, or keep my mouth shut. For the first time in my life the words ‘sexy’ and ‘daughter’ formed a single phrase and I didn’t want to tell her what I actually thought. Since this was a special night, her special night, I rented a limo with driver. He opened the door for Zina, she flashed him a thank you smile then turned to me, “Wow, you really did it up tonight; a car and driver?” “I don’t have to drive into the city, we can talk without my cussing out the traffic.” Zina chirped a quick laugh, “Great, we have a lot to talk about. I want to tell you what I want to do when I graduate next month.” That reminded bizarre amateur me that my daughter was close to finishing high school. At the tender age of seventeen she became a senior, and was recently accepted to a highly regarded Ivy League university based on her academic skills. My daughter and I talked on the ride into the city. I told her of my current assignment, the conditions of the land and people, I was silently glad she didn’t have to suffer the same fate as the girls her age in the tribe, she would have been a mother three or four times over already, likely with different men, none a husband. She updated me on her last few weeks of school and plans for the summer. She and her fetish mother were going on a summer long road trip to several national parks. I had tickets for the musical Phantom of the Opera. Zina had the music on her iPhone but had never seen the show. She didn’t know where we were going and managed to keep her curiosity at bay. I could tell she wanted to know but I kept it secret until we pulled up in front of the theater. Zina looked up at the teen piss marquee and squealed her glee, threw her arms around me and kissed my cheek, “Really, Phantom of the Opera?? I love it!” What I loved just at the moment was the crush of her breasts on my chest, the scent of her perfume. It was a momentary sensation, a pure masculine moment, then I reverted to dad again. I stood by the open door of the car and offered Zina my hand. When she turned to get out, her legs parted, the skirt rode high on her thighs, I caught a glimpse of pale thighs above the top of her hosiery, and black satin panties. Not only did my eyes get a treat, I felt my nuts shiver. Again, forbidden thoughts surged to the forefront of my mind. I felt his thumbs massaging my taint, and it felt strangely good. I came almost immediately. "Erin, what's going on?" Every guy had a woman around his dick while the other women were sixty-nining. Someone asked us if we were ready and both Alex and piss I gave a mouth full of cock grunt in the affirmative. It got even thicker and he started rubbing his big fingers between my spread cheeks and across my puckered, in his words, "pussy". I’m surprised that he hasn’t asked Darren at the gym if he could video me there. bizarre The Institute was only supposed to go to the individuals chosen by their dead guru, Dr. Blavatsky. I arrive on time at their five-star hotel and the concierge tells me I am expected and to let myself in. I stood at he bed room door letting my eyes adjust to the darkness. He said he had an idea I was sure to find very thrilling, erotic, and very exhibitionistic. And after two weeks there, Carrie landed a job as a secretary for a insurance business operated by an older woman, and what they come to learn later, her lesbian lover. Soon, I noticed Cherri and Savannah coming over to the table. She would have screamed out but her mouth was still full of cock-meat. He watched as she got in place like he asked, then climbed onto the bed, holding his body over hers as he moved up until his mouth was leveled with her breasts. I wrapped it tightly around Craig’s shoulder and applied pressure to staunch the bleeding. We would almost spend a cheque per teen year on living alone. The emergency procedure lasted three and a half hours. We both know why I'm here, so there's no need for all this small talk. You’re sure? The ten inch wide oval objects popped out almost non-stop as the two women gesticulated to one another. Tad had barely touched his beer, so when he got back downstairs, he sat on the sofa and took a big gulp. She was working as fast as any of the other girls but she’d developed a rhythm with her hips that worked well amateur fetish with her job. Actually, that would have been better because he repeated almost word for word the last thirty minutes of his lecture before even touching on a new subject. The party moved through the ship 'til it reached the training hall.