#182009 - The girls looked at each other, then back at daddy. ” Bridget handed him a cigarette – pot – and said, “For after; save some, we may both need it” and she winked. George blew a soak of protein up Bridget’s ass, then withdrew, and turning his daughter around he eased into her mouth and encouraged her to spend a minute longer doing what she hadn’t counted on and was of no empirical merit; a resigned minute of cleaning up the spermy, bowel-juice mess of own insides off her father’s prick for her sister next in line – he’d have to re-lube for Gretchen, Bridget having left her father’s prick sterile of all but her saliva; and finished off, her backend limp & spent as a used condom, an understated ‘…wow’ was all she could say, mopping her buttcrack of trace bleeding and gouts of purged sperm.