Fbailey chronicle number 739


chute Into Dried corn Kernels


My wife and I took our thirteen-year-old girl Desiree to a vineyard ‘ bed and breakfast'for three days.

It was located in the beautiful Finger Lakes part of New York State, between Cayuga Lake and Seneca Lake. The theatre was right at the top of a engross cliff overlooking Cayuga Lake and had acre after Acre of grapevines, apple orchards, hops, and cornfields surrounding it.

Their tasting studio offered a multifariousness of alcoholic beverages to try and purchase. Everything was grown on their own property. They offered severe apple cider, assorted grape wines, interesting beers, and even corn whisky that they distilled themselves. You received one-ounce samples of your choice, up to eight sample for two buck. Then you even got to keep the chicken feed. That way they didn't have any cup of tea to rinse and you didn't have to booze from a cheap charge card cup. Plus the glass had their logotype on it for a relic. Since we were not going to be driving anywhere, we had more than enough samples to get tipsy. To top it off it was cheaper than the Zea mays everta and swallow at a movie theater.

Desiree could be near us but she was not supposed to pledge. After the first eight sample distribution I noticed my married woman and our daughter making out like lesbian lovers. Soon I realized that my wife was allowing Desiree to sample the various drinks as well. phonograph needle to say we walked out of the sales event room with a twelve feeding bottle of assorted wines, all of which my two daughter had made short letter of.

That evening after dinner party and a couple of glasses of wine-colored up in our elbow room Desiree told us about an interesting slide that she had found. Dressed in their usual tiny chick and crown I followed them out to the playground. trusted enough, there was a twelve-foot high slide that emptied out right into a big plastic kitty of desiccated corn kernels.

We all laughed but I got out my camera as the two of them climbed the ladder to the top. They were feeling no pain in the neck so I took a few pictures up their short bird. Both of them were wearing thong pantie. They politely waited for me to walk around to the other side of the corn kernel pool to use up pictures. Desiree came down first. Her infantry flew up and her wooden leg opened before she slammed her kitty into one thousand thousand of punishing pointed corn pith. It was not as bad as I had anticipated and she had a rather soft landing. As she crawled off to one side of meat her mother came down.

Desiree said,"They polished that tinker's dam slide."

Sure enough, my wife's feet flew up and out by the time that she had gotten halfway down. Then she hit with some pretty good force, tossing kernels at Desiree.

Then I watched and took pictures as they played around in the pool. They went up a few more than meter and had the time of their lives.

Just before we left that area my wife laid back, spread her legs wide, and started to dig around in her pussy.

She said,"I've got corn whisky everywhere, in my bra, in my snatch, and stuck in my ass crack."

Desiree laughed and said,"Me too"before grabbing at her pussy.

Their panties came off, their meanwhile opened, and they were digging into their wet twat. Needless to say I was treated to some big prospect of their shaved overt pussies.

At my suggestion they pulled up their top side, their bandeau, and searched for more kernels there. I had never seen my daughter that nude in the last ten years.

Desiree acted like she was being attacked by a swarm of bees. When I offered to serve her, she gladly accepted. fountainhead thinking that I would never get another probability like that, I took full advantage of the situation.

I held her slit lips open with my fingers and deposit my nose in her pussy hole. I thrust my glossa around for quite a while before telling her that I couldn't find anything. I had stimulated her so lots that she begged me to keep on looking. A minute of arc later my daughter was holding onto my head and forcing it tighter against her twat. Oral sex with my wife had never been that good…but then again I had not been with her when she was still a virgin.

Next I searched my daughter's mellisonant minuscule budding breasts for maize kernels with my lips. I kissed, sucked, and licked her to yet another orgasm. She could also get off on just pap stimulation…just like her mother.

When I had finished and turned toward my wife, she had my camera up to her face and was taking her utmost picture of me servicing our thirteen-year-old daughter.

rachis in our way my girl decided that she no longer needed to wear anything in front of me…and that she wanted to sleep with me.

My married woman said,"aspect Desiree, if you are trying to take my place in your father's bed you had better be ready to fulfill all of the duties that come with that position."

Desiree laughed and asked,"Energy that include sex ? Because if it does, then I'm ready to involve your place in Daddy's bed."

My wife looked at Desiree first and then she looked at me as she said,"Fuck her if that's what she wants."

It sure was what I wanted at that moment. In fact I had wanted to do just that when I first watched her Gallic kissing her mother in the tasting studio earlier in the day.

Desiree undressed and got on the bed opening her legs. I reached over and removed a lustrous yellow kernel from around her clitoris.

Desiree laughed and said,"Mom put it there for you to find."

Well I put something there for her to find…my firmly shaft. I tickled her clitoris with it, slid it up and down her wet slit, and then I thrusted it deeply into her in one motion. Desiree had an immediate orgasm. That girl was more like her mother than she wanted to admit.

I hadn't known her mother at that age but I was pretty sure enough that she would bear felt that good. It felt very good and I had been waiting a long time so I just took aid of my needs…after all I had given her plenty of joy by then anyway. I emptied everything that I had stored up into her.

We all slept well that dark, the next two night of our vacation, and the next six days of her life.

At xix, Desiree moved out to attend a university, fell in love life with one of her older professors, and had two children.


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