I gripped Daddy's arm tighter. He could look, but there was only one man that I wanted fucking me. I endured the small talk, the men ignoring Vanessa and me as they talked about plans to make money, of course. Various government projects my father could sponsor that would enrich this or that business concern. A stream of these sort of men flowed to my father, understanding the power he wielded in the California legislature. And he was going far. Next year, he'd make his bid for the U.S. senate. The incumbent, Senator Nancy Lipton, was retiring and the Democratic National Committee wanted Daddy to run in her place. Then Daddy would gain even more power. I caught a glimpse of my mother drifting through the party, her pregnant paralegal, Mrs. Elliston, striding beside her. A naughty shiver ran through me. If Clint could knock up his mother and sisters, ass then I could have my daddy's baby. He could breed my young pussy. “Senator Reenburg,” Clint said. I was shocked to see the guy who had thrown my college into such wild delight this year here at the party. He strode up to my father with all the confidence of far more powerful, and influential, men. “It's amateur a pleasure to meet you.” “Please, please, call me Will,” Daddy said with that affable ease. It was like he was saying, “I might be a politician, but I'm still one of the regular people.” The pair shook hands, Clint's looking strong, powerful. A tingle of lust shot through me. Outside of any incestuous relationships, Clint would be indian a man I would consider fucking. He always had a harem of pretty girls around him. His sisters, those Japanese twins he knocked up, even his own aunt, one of my college professors. “You enjoying the party, son?” Daddy asked. “I bet it's a bit different from the parties you attend.” A naughty glint flashed in Clint's eyes. “Sir, you'd be surprised just how different from the parties at my house.” A tingle rippled through me. He fucked girls. Lots of girls. “You look like a man with a question,” my father continued. “Spit it out. I'm not one for all that bullshit about beating around the bush.” He spoke like he was saying, “I'm not like those other politicians that try to fuck your daughter while Hardcore picking your pocket.” “Gay marriage,” Clint said, which had me blinked. “What are your thoughts?” “That it was a shame that it took so long to be legalized,” my daddy said like he hadn't opposed it once when he was much younger, shifting as the mood in California, and the rest of the nation, changed. “Everyone has the right to be happy and marry the person they love. It was wrong of the U.S. to deny them that, but now the Supreme Court has righted that wrong.” Clint nodded, a serious look on his face. “So you must think it's an equal travesty that bigamy isn't legal.” “Bigamy?” Daddy asked, confused. “Is it any different?” Clint asked. Alexa and Faltia were sharing smiles, Brianna had her weight shifted on one hip as she talked with Eva, and Keira was nearly touching nipples with Soraya. “If you weren’t my sister I'd make a pass at you, that's how sexy you look right now.” Hardcore "Gee honey it wasn't that bad," John explained as he wiped his cock on the bath towel, "You just needs loosening up some more." Her back hit the door as she recovered from the shock. The feeling and appearance that we were all doing something forbidden was a huge turn-on. I rode back to the base, my head reeling from what had just happened. Just… don’t.” And of course, being a cat, she swatted it like it was a indian toy mouse. “Ooh, yes, yes, Mrs. Miller! The girls will be waiting for the invite. between her brother and sister all she heard through the whole trip '' are we there yet'' " i need to pee " the minute they It was enough just to see him again, to hear him call her mother. Dean Michaels “Yes!” I moaned. When he was out of me the three ran off leaving us there with gaping holes and cum puddled up all around us and still running out. “...I did.” She said, pleased with herself. She giggled, “Can I watch?” Violent contractions shuddered through my anal passage as I bucked in the grip of orgasmic delight. All I noticed was my wife. I could make out parts of what they were saying over the volume and could work out the rest from reading their lips. Once she was curled up as comfortably as she could get. It was almost an out-of-body experience. Well, sorry,” Kelly said, feeling a genuine pang of sympathy for the shy girl. We smooched and I ran my hand through her hair, then down her exposed shoulder and bare arm to where she was holding the blanket in her hand. “No,” Justina pondered, tapping her lips, “I think the host has to challenge the amateur Sentient’s ass preconception of itself. A dizzying, incestuous bliss rippled through my body.