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Then Gene dealt the cards again and, lucky guy, he got high card. He went over to Marie, his sister, and began sucking her boobs, his hands on one, his lips on another. I thought she might object or something but she looked quite pleased as he sucked one, then the other.Then I drew high card and decided it was time to go for Marie's pussy. I went over to her, lay down on the floor with my head in her lap, led her legs apart with my hands and began kissing and licking all around her pussy. As I poked my tongue in her slit and rubbed it around, her hands gripped my head and began pulling me into her."Oh, god, Greg, oh, oh, it feels so good, I can't believe how good ... OOH, OOH, OOH, uuh, uuh, oh, Greg, oh, I'm so happy, you make me feel so happy," and I lick her a bit longer then get up and we kiss for a while longer.Boy, I've sure learned that girls like their pussies licked. And, I've learned that I sure like licking their pussies. Oh, do I.I also wanted to get a little more action. Daddy swatted her gently and shushed her. “Only Daddy’s allowed to do that, because I’m Daddy. You wouldn’t be allowed to squirt all over the floor, or even play with your kitty at all. At least not without Daddy watching you.” He grinned and picked her up. “Think it’s time for bed, eh?”Holly looked like her favourite pet died. “If you kick up a fuss, that’s a spanking and no tuck in for you,” Daddy warned her. She didn’t look any happier, but grudgingly nodded. “Atta girl.” He brought her to her crib, unlocked and pulled down the barrier, and made her stand inside as he picked out a nightie for her. “Hands up,” He said, and he helped her remove her shirt to put the pink nightdress on her. Holly lay down, clutched her favorite bolster and stuffed puppy, and snuggled under her blanket. Daddy pulled it up over her just below her chin. She looked mournfully up at him and he sighed and shook his head. “You know very well that’s not gonna help, little one,” He poked Holly’s nose with his.
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