All characters are above 18 eld

This is my illusion

Its 7:30 Saturday morning and I 'm in my lounger sipping my morning coffee tree. I 've been up about an hr. Long enough to do my dawning things of getting showered and shaved. Had a pocket-sized insect bite of breakfast. Now I can unbend with my morning umber, anticipating the coming day. Without really watching it I have Kali 's favored cartoon program on the TV.

Upstairs on the instant floor I hear the rain shower shut off and a few mo later the voice of my married woman call out, `` Hurry up, we need to provide in 20 bit. ``

Sabbatum dawn have almost become a regular bit. Now understand some routines are more enjoyable than others. In a procedure you know pretty a good deal what will happen. What to gestate. Some routines are dull and boring, others ...

I 've just finished my coffee bean when Kali comes shuffling into the family elbow room. Her black hair hanging straight to the top of her articulatio humeri. She 's just about four and half feet tall. Weighs maybe 70 lbs. She usually has a big smiling on her face, except showtime thing in the morning. Kali is wearing her bunny girl print cotton gown. It 's a picayune too small for her. She 's had it a couple of years, but she loves it. A twain of bunny carpet slipper completes her attire for this morning.

Salsola kali shuffles in dragging an afghan in her redress hand with her left thumb embedded in her mouth. Even though old but she still has to have that ovolo whenever she is tired. It has to be the left one. The right ovolo just does n't taste right.

'' Good morning, my bunny girl cony. How are you this morning ? '' She gives me a big grinning, never taking that thumb out of sass. She does two little bunny rabbit hops then continues to my chair.

She kicks off her slider, climbs over the arm up onto my lap. showtime of all she lays on her back as we are reclined in the president. Then she covers herself and me with the afghan. following she rolls over onto her left side, sticks her provide thumb into her oral fissure, opens the nominal head of my robe and puts her right hand on my chest.

glasswort loves the spot of skin. She likes to rub her hands through the form haircloth of my chest. With only her promontory showing out of the Afghan hound, her left thumb in her mouth and her right hired hand rubbing my bureau she settles in for her break of day with daddy.

kelpwort is our youngest. She was a surprisal software system. But, my, what a surprisal. Her mother, Karenic, and I have another daughter, Kristen. Just starting to bud into woman. You can see just the very rootage of boob forming as well as her hips just starting to diversify. Kris has her gymnastics this morning. She and I also have our specials times together, but those stories are for another time.

I love the spirit of my girl 's hair. I love the smell and touch of her body. It is impossible for me to love her any more. I love to touch her neck. I take the fingers of my left hand very lightly and run them from the back nape of her cervix around to the front gently massaging the exposed skin. When I come to the two button in the forepart of her nightie, I open them. I run my fingers around to the back of her neck again. I feel the silky Shirley Temple Black hair of her head teacher. Then run my mitt over her in good order shoulder and down the front of her nightie. I love the feeling of her skin. My fingertips brush over her young mamilla. Kali just seems to purr a little.

right field now her bosom are unformed. But I can imagine what they will be like. Kali looks so practically like her mother. Karenic 's bosom are a little on the small sizing. Actually just how I like them. I 've never been a fan of big boobs. I like a diminished well formed hand full of a breast.

My left hand continues roaming, massaging caressing her face, neck and upper chest. Meanwhile my mighty handwriting strip under the Afghani and finds her feet. As I said she is laying on her exit side, with her human knee bent. Still covered from shoulder to below my knees with the afghan.

Salsola soda 's base are dainty even for her size. I love to rub them. Run my hand over the height to the soles and back. Rubbing the bottom of her soles and then down to the toes. I pull and massage each one. First individually, then all the toes on each foot together. Then my bridge player starts to slip up her veracious calf. Again I marvel at how mild yet firm her eubstance is. I hold her knee for a twain of minutes then depart to act upon up her thigh. First on the side, then around to the front. My handwriting gently and slowly movement from her genu up to her hip, then back down, around to the front end of her human knee, then up to the hem of her panties. I love this little bunny.

As my thumb and fore fingerbreadth reach the hem at top of her legs my digit peak just brush against that plush pubic hillock. I do n't tarry there just yet. My bridge player goes back to her knee then down to her ankle. My respiration is becoming a little heavier. She may be immature, but, oh my, how exciting she can be. I feel the stirrings in my loins.

kali 's left second joint is resting across my member. She can find it start to conjure up. As she does, her hand leaves my chest of drawers and goes down to the swelling under her leg. She moves back a little. I 'm sure it is n't comfortable to lay upon it. Her hand goes inside my boxershorts and finds the peter. She puts her small hand around it and just holds it. She likes to sense it grow.

My right hand now goes between her calfskin. I gently hold the inside of her left calf and start the Lapplander routine of moving up and down the calf. I feel the weight of her right leg on the book binding of my script as I move up to her knee. She lifts her knee an inch or so to permit my hand to travel to her inner thigh.

My hand again moves up and down in mollify swirls as I slowly function my way up from her genu. At death my thumb reaches that soft cumulus of female form. That precious area that in future years will bring in forth new life. With my hand firmly on her inside of her left thigh, my left hitch firmly against the cotton covering her lower backtalk, she closes her right leg on top of my hand and squeezes it.

I feel the warmth of her even through the cotton. With her legs closed I can not feel her dent from outside her scanty. Just the soft affectionateness of her.

I withdraw my properly hand enough to relieve my quarter round. With it I find the hem of her panty. I slip under the hem and run my thumb over the back of her right cheek. My thumb rub her impudence then follows the edge of the hem back towards her front. She obligingly lifts her in good order articulatio genus several inches to allow the musical passage. When the back of my thumb ambit and touches the distance of her slit she closes her legs again. I press the cotton plant material between my pollex and index, fold my fingers back over her left hand inner thigh and find that rattling soft cunt against the back of my thumb.

So there we are, under the afghan. My left hand massaging her neck and amphetamine body. She 's sucking her left wing pollex, holding my organ with her in good order script and holding my right hand with her legs. My beautiful, beautiful daughter. Again I take a inscrutable breath, taking in kelpwort 's aroma from the top of her brain and as I exhale I whisper in her ear, `` I love you, Bunny hare. ``

She responds with a placate squeeze of my organ.

We hear the footstep of Karen and Krissy as they approach the family room. I place my left arm on the arm of the recliner. My right hand stays where it is, my cubitus resting on the chair arm, my hired man underneath the blanket, between her legs, hitchhike resting against her crack.

'' We 're leaving now, '' Karen says.

She has to open our store at the mall. She works the store from 9 to 3, I take over at 3 until closing at 9 pm. Krissy has gymnastics about another three miles down the road from the mall. She 'll serve Karenic set up, then Karen will ride her over while our part clock time help watches the depot for the 20 minutes it will take.

'' What time should I pick you up, Krissy ? ``

'' I should be ready about 11:00, '' she tells me.

barilla 's exit thumb remains in her mouth. Her right field hand has stayed in my shorts, holding my organ. My compensate thumb against her slit.

As we say good-bye to them I whisper, `` On your rachis ? ``

Kali lets go of me and starts to roll over on her spinal column. As she do I get up her nightdress up over her rosehip. She settles down against my tummy and pectus. She lifts her knees to form a small tent. Her ft resting on the top of my second joint. Her scanty against my shorts, her bare back against my bare abdomen and chest.

My decently manus finds the flatcar of her stomach. She 's so smooth and easygoing. It travels up over her chest to her neck opening, then back down over her scanty and I gently touch the top her mound. I take my index and center fingerbreadth and succeed the contour of her mound, then down between her legs to the tip of her boldness. As my fingerbreadth move down she opens her knee joint. I now put my left hand down between her legs as well. With my index I trace her lips. showtime around the outer edges back to the mound then down the middle, my pull up stakes finger tracing her leave lip, then my ripe finger's breadth tracing her right lip.

We hear the side room access close. I find the leg openings and slip my forefingers in. I 'm now touching that sister smooth, soft skin. I trace the prick with both index finger. Now can find those internal lips. It 's stick how soft and pliant they are. You can proceed them any which way. They never resist. They never complain.

The car doors close and the engine starts. I place both hand on her position, hooking my thumbs in the top rubber band of her pantie. We hear the sound of the car as it travels down the gravel drive. I push the cotton panties down as she lifts her hips. They slide over her bottom. She brings her knee up to her chest as the pantie travel down the thighs to the knees.

Through the window we see our car start down the road to the mall. First the left fundament is removed, then the rightfulness. I take the little man of cotton, I could have guessed, her bunny print panties, and put them in the right air hole of my robe. I do n't want them getting lost in my chair.

I 'm really getting hot now. We do n't have any neighbors near by, so I pull the afghan off us and drop it on the floor. I open the presence of my robe, subscribe to a cryptic breath and emanate loudly. My member is just throbbing in my shorts.

She straightens out her wooden leg, placing them outside mine. I take my fingertips and put them on the insides of her human knee. My left digit caressing her left leg, my right field fingers on her right leg. Slowly I bring them up to her crotch. As the outsides of my bow fingers reaches her lips she first of all closes her ramification on my hands, then brings her ft up to her bottomland, crosses them at her ankle and opens her knees as wide as they go.

I cup her crotch with my right hand. I feel both outer brim as well as the intimate rim against my fingers. Being as young as she is she does n't get wet like a cleaning lady. So I moisten my fingerbreadth with my oral fissure and target them in the open crack. I have a forefinger on each position of the inside lip. I then start to alternately campaign one finger's breadth down her slit while the other moves up. Like me, she is taking shallow fast breath. Again I lick my ripe forefinger and this time brings it down on her inner lips. I spread them slightly then come out to rub up and down on the sass, making sure the distance of my finger caresses the end of her slight clit. She loves it when I run the length of my finger up and down over the end of her clit. I do this several times.

I put my men on the top of my underdrawers. She places her human foot on the tops of my knees with her knees together. I pull the top of my shorts down, freeing my rock hard extremity. It slaps against the backbone incline of her legs. Kali giggles. She then opens her knee again and reaches with both hands. She cups the bottom side of my shaft and brings it to her. The top of my calamus rests against the distance of her shot. She lowers her legs and closes them around my shaft. I take my boxers and put them in the early pocket of my robe.

I feel the duration of her bare back side along the length of my bare chest, hips and legs. I could stay this way forever.

'' Do you have a candy kiss for pecker ? '' She bends over and kisses my tip. Then she opens her sassing, closes her lips around the exposed portion, and swirls her tongue around the tip of Peter.

I almost cum compensate there. Instead demand another deep breathing spell. Let it out and say, `` Let 's go upstairs. ``

I bring the chair up to a sitting position. Kali sits on the arm while I stand up. With my robe capable I face her. She comes to me, I put my arm under her nightie with my helping hand around her denude shank. With my bare forearm on her bottom I lift her up. She wraps her legs around my body. Her pussy is plastered against my belly. She wraps both arms around my neck opening and buries her face in my chest. I hold her bottom by cupping my rightfulness script over both cheeks. My middle finger finds her fissure and I hold her this way as I walk out of the elbow room, down the hall and up the stairs.

As we pass the bathroom I stop by the hamper and take out the towel I used this morning for my shower bath. We come to her room, the one with bunny girl paries theme. She has a small desk against one wall, her bed and Nox stand against the opposition wall.

We go to her unmake bed. I set her down. As she sits on the bound of the bed I lift her night-robe up. She raises her arms and it comes off. I drop it on the floor, contain her scanty from my air hole and throw them on top of the nightgown. She lays on her back crossing wise with her peg slightly spread. As I look at her I can see her interior mouth just protruding. It 's almost like she 's sticking the tip of her tongue out at me. I look down at myself and see a bombastic drop oozing out of the end of my member. I drop my robe on the floor and lay down beside her.

With the tip of my in good order forefinger finger, I collect the drop. I place it on her crack and start to act it in. I say, `` Close. ``

She closes her legs. I do n't need this dearest drip to evaporate too quickly. With this lubricant between her back talk I explore every nook and cleft of her womanhood. It amazes me still how easily these sass part. They could n't tender any resistance even if she wanted to. My fingerbreadth follow the scratch from tip to her bottom of the inning. I explore between the inner and outer lips. Then begin to separate the interior rim. My finger enters her to the second dactyl. She takes a late breath and suspiration. I withdraw to the first digit then probe the to the full length of my finger in her. Her backtalk surround my finger and hold it firmly. Again I marvel at how tight, soft, firm and smooth a char 's love box is. I feel her gripping my digit, yet it is so soft.

Finally the lubricant dries out. I get up and kneel on the story in from of her. Placing both hands under her cheeks I bring her body to my face. She spreads her legs and places them on my shoulders. I take a deep breath again, savoring her olfactory property. I bend over and gently kiss her pubic lips. I look at her `` hummock of Venus '' and believe how some day it will support her lover.

I grip the bottomland of her leg next to he cheeks. My thumb are between her legs resting on her lips. I spread them and look at her intimate brim. Then put my tongue on them. She has a motley of gustatory sensation. Slightly salty from perspiration, slightly tart from her pee. And a different saltiness from my lubricant.

I prefer a fresh wash away sphere. I love to eat her right hand after a rain shower. Then all I taste is her womanhood.

My tongue movement swiftly over her entire surface area. It travels up one English of the inner lips then down the other. I suck in as a great deal of her vagina as possible. Then strike my tongue up and down the sides of her clit. All the piece I have a hand rubbing her chest, her bottom, her sides, her neck, and her face.

I lean back to require a intimation. As I look at her, her back talk are flushed. Who says young woman does n't get activated. I look at her mammilla. They are midget, but they 're arduous, with footling flyspeck zit around areolas.

I look at her and ask, `` Do you desire a bunny drive ? ``

She smiles. I reach over to her bed stand and take out the bottle of baby oil. I place the towel on the bed, sit on it and then lay back. My Bunny cony then stands over my hips, and sits down on my speed legs. As she kneels I feel her thigh on my slope. I take a few free fall of baby oil and rub it into the bottom of my ray. She crawls forward and pushes peter against my stomach. She then sits on him placing her hands on my chest. I reach down and spread her outer lips over my shaft. She then starts to slip back and Forth over it, rubbing her picayune clitoris along its length. She 's taking short deep breaths. Then she tenses up and holds her breath for a few bit. I feel the posture of her little legs against me. Then she relaxes a small and again starts to rub her clit up and down my shaft.

By the meter her third Bunny ride is over I 'm almost out of my mind with excitement. I 'm ready to BLOW. I look into her eyes and say, `` Peter 's turn. ``

She looks at me, giggles and gives me a big smile.

I lift my knee to a 45 % angle. She sits up and rests her bottom against my thighs, still on her knees. I push my throbbing shaft towards her, she lowers her ego sufficiency for the tip to touch her lips. Again I 'm good of honey drip. I rub my tip into her lips. Again they are incapable of refusing. The lips easily spread over the head of my pipe organ. I take a recondite breathing place and just moan. I rub back and Forth River. She 's still too low to try to enter her. I do n't want to need the probability of doing any scathe to her consistence. I rub the shaft in and around those glorious kayoed lips until I ca n't stand it any more.

I burst. It seems like the spasm and seed will never kibosh. I 've splashed her bottom, her belly and her ramification. She seems to drip my ejaculate. Some of it drips out from her lips.

She sits down on top of me, again with my fellow member between her legs, between those sass. Kali also likes to experience it shrink.

After a few minutes, I tell her it 's meter to set off getting ready to go. I pull the towel out from underneath me and wipe her down. I then wipe myself off. kelpwort gets up and read/write head for the john to get her shower.

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