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Monday, October 22, 2007

TJ Lavin suffers a broken tibia and fibula during the Dew Tour Finale in Orlando

Real World/Road Rules Challenge host TJ Lavin, who not too long ago, returned from Mexico from filming the next installment of the Challenge, Gauntlet 3, has broken two bones in his leg during a BMX event in Orlando, Florida.

Lavin, who is a professional BMX rider first and a television host second, was competing in the Mountain Dew Tour Finale and suffered two fractures in his leg in his first run of the prelims on the BMX dirt course. Lavin had been treated at a local, downtown hospital.

The tour concluded Friday night. Check out the article here.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

Post a Comment On: The Real World and Road Rules Blog"Sydney Episode #12: Shauvon is given an ultimatum, while Trisha tells her boyfriend"
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Anonymous said...
I just gotta say one thing after watching the previews. Didn't Dunbar say his gf was really hot? The way he went on, he made her to be some drop dead gorgeous supermodel. She is at best below average. I think it's hilarious he kept telling Parisa that his gf was prettier than her. Parisa is WAY hotter than her. He is either blind or thinks any women who has some color to them are ugly.

8:43 AM


Anonymous said...
So true but look at dunbar, he is not cute I don't know what the girls saw in him. His girlfriend looks more his speed.

8:57 AM


Anonymous said...
I hope all of Shauvon's friends and relatives tell her what a fool she is to let someone control her and make her do things she doesn't want to do. How long do you think that relationship will last?

11:02 AM


Anonymous said...
KellyAnne's boob job:

http://eteensblog.com/images/202.jpg

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1:05 PM


pickels said...
here are some yummy recipes for all of my cool friends here on rwrrblog.com. I LVOE YOU ALL U MEAN SO MUCH 2 ME HUNNIES>

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1:09 PM


pickels said...
here are some yummy recipes for all of my cool friends here on rwrrblog.com. I LVOE YOU ALL U MEAN SO MUCH 2 ME HUNNIES>here are some yummy recipes for all of my cool friends here on rwrrblog.com. I LVOE YOU ALL U MEAN SO MUCH 2 ME HUNNIES>here are some yummy recipes for all of my cool friends here on rwrrblog.com. I LVOE YOU ALL U MEAN SO MUCH 2 ME HUNNIES>

1:09 PM


Anonymous said...
how rude to post shit like this on people who are really into the show.
it just sucks to know there are bunch of losers out there.

1:27 PM


tommy said...
its pickles u t@rd

1:28 PM


Anonymous said...
1:27 is a faggot cuntface nigger.

1:29 PM


Elliott said...
Why can't Shauvon and Trisha both leave?

1:43 PM


pickels said...
i know the food is pickles, YOU TARD but my names russian and it is actually PICKEL. YOU IGNORANT AMERICANS MIGHT MAKE FUN OF IT BUT ITS LIKE ONE OF THE MOST POPULAR NAMES IN RUSSIA. GET OFF YOUR FAT AMERICAN ASS STOP EATING MCDONALDS AND OPEN A TEXTBOOK ASSHOLE. YOU DONT KNOW EVERYTHING, IN FACT YOU KNOW PRACTICALLY NOTHING YOU ARE ALL IGNORANT.

2:21 PM


Anonymous said...
Trisha is fucken devious!!! She knows what she's doing... she's just a calculating little bitch. Did anyone see the smirk on her face when she was arguing with Parissa and cooking at the same time? Like she was getting off on it or something. She doesn't remember kissing Alex... PLEASE!!! THen she continues to fight over it after talking to her "man". That bitch needs a reality check...

3:17 PM


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3:36 PM


Anonymous said...
pickles is a stupid russian kike

4:17 PM


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WHO CAN TELL ME WHERE THIS QUOTE IS FROM?? YOU WIN A PRIZE. "Can i get any of you cunts a drink"

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4:23 PM


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4:24 PM


Anonymous said...
no you dumbass that quote is NOT FROM AMERICAN PSYCHO FUCKING MORON

4:42 PM


Anonymous said...
it's from this:

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=961593032122977224

4:57 PM


Anonymous said...
its from a shitty movie called shaun of the dead that is so shitty that cant even compare to norman bates so fuck you pickles you russian kike fucker asshole CUNT.

4:59 PM


Anonymous said...
So, say you were meeting a new person--blind date, new friend, who knows. And you wanted them to have some idea of what kind of person you are, and who you are. But you can't actually tell them in so many words. Instead, you have to give them a box, with a dozen things in it for them to look at/read/listen to/taste/whatever. "What would you put in the box? And a copy of your journal or a link to your LJ would be the same thing as just telling them directly, yourself, so that's not allowed."

5:03 PM


Anonymous said...
this is really pathetic. i know its been said a million times, but you guys act like 12 year olds. actually 12 year olds would have more maturity.

5:16 PM


Anonymous said...
Learn punctuation you fugly manwoman. Also, you should delete your MySpace because you are one ugly motherfucker. SHOO FLY!

5:38 PM


Anonymous said...
it is rumored that this person is on the next season of the real world:

www.myspace.com/bratton423

i can't seem to figure out if this is true or not?

HELP.

5:56 PM


Anonymous said...
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6:03 PM


Anonymous said...
I'm confused. Is this supposed to be a blog for "The Real World" or a blog for people to post their ignorant shit??? In regards to the episode, Trisha is one of the biggest bitches in "Real World" history and I can NOT wait for her to leave. And Shauvon needs to get a clue.

7:36 PM


Anonymous said...
personally this has to be the worst set of girls in RW history, minus KellyAnne, she is the only one I like.
Parisa is annoying, I can't even stand to watch her or listen to her retarded comments. She is embarrassing.
Trisha is stupid as hell and needs to leave already, talk about a two faced bitch.
Shauvon isn't bad when she isn't whining about her ex back home or getting drunk and yelling at someone. She needs a serious reality check, her ex does not love her he just loves to control her.

As for the guys, Dunbar has his moments, otherwise he is as retarded as the girls. Also he is sooooo not as hot as he thinks he is.

I adore Cohutta and Issac, they are awesome.

8:22 PM


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Anonymous said...

I just gotta say one thing after watching the previews. Didn't Dunbar say his gf was really hot? The way he went on, he made her to be some drop dead gorgeous supermodel. She is at best below average. I think it's hilarious he kept telling Parisa that his gf was prettier than her. Parisa is WAY hotter than her. He is either blind or thinks any women who has some color to them are ugly.

8:43 AM
Anonymous said...

So true but look at dunbar, he is not cute I don't know what the girls saw in him. His girlfriend looks more his speed.

8:57 AM
Anonymous said...

I hope all of Shauvon's friends and relatives tell her what a fool she is to let someone control her and make her do things she doesn't want to do. How long do you think that relationship will last?

11:02 AM
Anonymous said...

KellyAnne's boob job:

http://eteensblog.com/images/202.jpg

12:28 PM
pickels said...

Halloween Sweets

From Pumpkin Caramels to Screaming Spice Cookies, prepare sweet recipes that are more "trick" than "treat"


5 ounces fresh shiitake mushrooms
5 ounces fresh portobello mushrooms
5 ounces fresh cremini (or porcini) mushrooms
1 tablespoon good olive oil
1/4 pound (1 stick) plus 1 tablespoon unsalted butter, divided
1 cup chopped yellow onion
1 carrot, chopped
1 sprig fresh thyme plus 1 teaspoon minced thyme leaves, divided
Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper
2 cups chopped leeks, white and light green parts (2 leeks)
1/4 cup all-purpose flour
1 cup dry white wine
1 cup half-and-half
1 cup heavy cream
1/2 cup minced fresh flat-leaf parsley

Clean the mushrooms by wiping them with a dry paper towel. Don't wash them! Separate the stems, trim off any bad parts, and coarsely chop the stems. Slice the mushroom caps 1/4-inch thick and, if there are big, cut them into bite-sized pieces. Set aside.

To make the stock, heat the olive oil and 1 tablespoon of the butter in a large pot. Add the chopped mushroom stems, the onion, carrot, the sprig of thyme, 1 teaspoon salt, and 1/2 teaspoon pepper and cook over medium-low heat for 10 to 15 minutes, until the vegetables are soft. Add 6 cups water, bring to a boil, reduce the heat, and simmer uncovered for 30 minutes. Strain, reserving the liquid. You should have about 4 1/2 cups of stock. If not, add some water.

Meanwhile, in another large pot, heat the remaining 1/4 pound of butter and add the leeks. Cook over low heat for 15 to 20 minutes, until the leeks begin to brown. Add the sliced mushroom caps and cook for 10 minutes, or until they are browned and tender. Add the flour and cook for 1 minute. Add the white wine and stir for another minute, scraping the bottom of the pot. Add the mushroom stock, minced thyme leaves, 1 1/2 teaspoons salt, and 1 teaspoon pepper and bring to a boil. Reduce the heat and simmer for 15 minutes. Add the half-and-half, cream, and parsley, season with salt and pepper, to taste, and heat through but do not boil. Serve hot.



These sweet buns are way easier than you'd think. This is the perfect recipe for a weekend brunch.

Dough:
1/2 cup water
1/2 cup whole milk
2 1/4 teaspoons active dry yeast (1/4 ounce package)
1/4 cup unsalted butter, melted, plus more for the bowl
1 large egg yolk
1 1/2 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
2 3/4 cup all-purpose flour (13 ounces)
1/4 cup sugar (1 3/4 ounces)
3/4 teaspoon fine salt (1/8 ounce)
1/2 teaspoon grated nutmeg

Filling:
1/3 cup granulated sugar
2 tablespoons ground cinnamon
3/4 cups (1 1/2 sticks) unsalted butter, very soft, plus more for coating the pan

Glaze:
2/3 cups confectioners' sugar
1/3 cup sweetened condensed milk
1/4 cup melted unsalted butter
3 teaspoons freshly squeezed lemon juice
1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
1/8 teaspoon ground cinnamon

Combine the water and milk in a medium saucepan and warm over low heat until it is about 100 degrees F (but no more than 110 degrees). Remove from heat and sprinkle the yeast over the surface over the liquid. Sprinkle a pinch of the sugar over the top and set aside without stirring, until foamy, about 5 minutes.

Whisk the butter, egg yolk and vanilla into the yeast mixture.

Whisk the flour, the sugar, salt and nutmeg in a large bowl. Make a well in the center of the flour and stir in the yeast mixture with a wooden spoon to make a thick and slightly sticky dough. Turn dough onto a floured work surface and knead until soft and elastic, about 6 minutes. Shape into a ball.

Brush the inside of a large bowl with butter. Put dough in the buttered bowl, turning to coat lightly with butter. Cover bowl with plastic wrap, trace a circle the size of the dough on the plastic, and note the time. Let rise at room temperature until doubled in size, about 1 hour 15 minutes.

Turn dough out of the bowl and knead briefly to release excess air; reform into a ball and return to the bowl. Lightly butter a large piece of plastic wrap and lay it on the dough. Cover the entire bowl tightly with plastic and proof in the refrigerator for 4 hours or overnight.

To fill and form the rolls: Butter a 9-by-13-inch baking pan. Whisk the sugar and cinnamon together in a small bowl. Turn prepared dough onto a floured work surface and press, then roll into 10-by-18-inch rectangle, with a long edge facing you. Spread the softened butter evenly over the surface of the dough, leaving about an inch border on the side opposite you. Evenly scatter the cinnamon-sugar over the butter. Starting from the long side facing you, roll the dough up into a tight cylinder. Lightly brush the clean edge of the dough with water. Press the open long edge to the dough to seal the cylinder.

Slip a long taut piece of string or dental floss under the roll, about 1 1/2 inches from the end. Lift and cross the string ends over the roll, then pull the ends tightly in opposite directions to cut a single roll. Repeat, cutting every 1 1/2 inches, to make 12 rolls. Place the rolls cut-side-down in the prepared pan, leaving 1 inch of space between them. Cover the rolls loosely with plastic wrap. Set aside in a warm place to rise until rolls double in size, about 1 hour 10 minutes.

Position the rack in the center of the oven and preheat to 350 degrees F.

Bake buns until golden brown and the tops of the buns spring back when pressed lightly, about 30 minutes. Cool in the pan for 10 minutes.

To make the glaze: Sift the confectioners' sugar into a medium bowl. Whisk in the condensed milk, butter, and lemon juice to make a smooth, slightly loose icing. Add the vanilla and cinnamon. Drizzle the icing over warm buns. Serve.

*Cook's Note: These may be refrigerated or frozen after forming. If refrigerated overnight, allow buns to come to room temperature for about 1/2 hour, then proof fully (until doubled in size) before baking, about 2 hours. If frozen, allow buns to come to room temperature, about 1 hour, and then proof fully (until doubled in size) before baking, about 2 hours.

Storage: Though the buns are best eaten on the day they are baked, they will keep, covered, for a day. They freeze well.


1/2 pound elbow macaroni
3 tablespoons butter
3 tablespoons flour
1 tablespoon powdered mustard
3 cups milk
1/2 cup yellow onion, finely diced
1 bay leaf
1/2 teaspoon paprika
1 large egg
12 ounces sharp cheddar, shredded
1 teaspoon kosher salt
Fresh black pepper
Topping:
3 tablespoons butter
1 cup panko bread crumbs

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.
In a large pot of boiling, salted water cook the pasta to al dente.
While the pasta is cooking, in a separate pot, melt the butter. Whisk in the flour and mustard and keep it moving for about five minutes. Make sure it's free of lumps. Stir in the milk, onion, bay leaf, and paprika. Simmer for ten minutes and remove the bay leaf.
Temper in the egg. Stir in 3/4 of the cheese. Season with salt and pepper. Fold the macaroni into the mix and pour into a 2-quart casserole dish. Top with remaining cheese.
Melt the butter in a saute pan and toss the bread crumbs to coat. Top the macaroni with the bread crumbs. Bake for 30 minutes. Remove from oven and rest for five minutes before serving.
Remember to save leftovers for fried Macaroni and Cheese.

These are an addictive, all-American comfort food that'd be just at home at Thanksgiving as they'd be at a 4th of July barbecue. Slightly sweet and perfectly doughy, these deserve their classic status.

1 medium baking potato (about 6 ounces)
1/2 cup hot water (115 degrees F)
2 large eggs, at room temperature
2/3 cup sugar (4 1/4 ounces)
2 1/4 teaspoons rapid rise yeast (1/4 ounce package)
1 teaspoon fine salt
4 1/4 to 1/2 cups all-purpose flour (13 1/8 ounces)
1/2 cup unsalted butter (1 stick), at room temperature, plus more for brushing

Equipment: 2 (9-inch) round or square cake pans

Cook the potato in a microwave on HIGH until soft and it squeezes easily, using the designated baked potato setting, or up to 15 minutes. Peel and pass the warm potato through a potato ricer or food mill into a large bowl. (You should have 1 cup pureed potato.)

Stir the hot water, eggs, half the sugar and yeast into the potato. Add 2 cups of the flour and the salt and mix with a wooden spoon to make a sticky, shaggy dough. Cover the bowl tightly with plastic wrap and set aside in a warm place until the dough doubles in volume, about 1 1/2 hours.

Beat the butter with the remaining 1/3 cup sugar in a standing mixer fitted with the paddle attachment until light and fluffy. Switch to the dough hook and add the risen dough to the creamed butter. Continue to mix on low until the butter and dough come together, about 1 minute. (Stop the mixer and scrape down the bowl if needed; the dough will be very sticky.) Gradually add the remaining 2 1/4 cups of flour, about 1/4 cup at a time, to make a shaggy dough that pulls away from the side of the bowl. Continue kneading on medium speed until dough is smooth but still tacky, about 3 to 4 minutes.

Turn dough onto a lightly floured work surface and knead by hand until dough is smooth and no longer tacky, 1 to 2 minutes more. (If the dough is still sticky, gradually add 1/4 cup flour.) Shape dough into a ball.

Brush a large bowl with butter and turn dough around in bowl to coat lightly. Cover bowl tightly with plastic wrap, trace a circle the size of the dough on the plastic, and note the time. Let rise at room temperature until doubled in size, about 1 1/2 hours.

Generously butter two 9-inch round or square cake pans. Turn the dough out of the bowl and pat into a rectangle about 16- by 8-inches, gently pressing out excess air. Divide the dough into 32 equal portions, about an ounce each, with a pizza wheel or bench scraper.
(If you don't have a scale, divide the dough in half lengthwise, then in half crosswise. Cut each of those four sections into 8 equal-sized rolls.)

Tuck the edges of the dough under to make round rolls and place them seam-side down in the prepared pan, leaving a little space in between each roll. (See Cook's Note) Cover the pan with buttered plastic wrap and set aside in a warm place until the rolls rise almost to the rim of the pan and have more than doubled in size, about 45 minutes.

Position a rack in the center of the oven and preheat to 375 degrees F.

Bake rolls until golden brown and puffy, and an instant read thermometer inserted into the center of the rolls registers 190 degrees F, about 40 minutes. Remove rolls from the oven and quickly brush the tops with soft butter.

Cool the rolls in the pan for about 10 minutes before turning them out onto a rack in one piece. Cool slightly. Serve warm or at room temperature in one piece or pulled apart as individual rolls.

Cook's Note: At the point the rolls are formed, placed in the pan and covered, they can also be refrigerated overnight. If rolls have been refrigerated overnight, the final proofing time will be closer to 1 1/2 hours.

Storing Tips: Storing and serving rolls in one piece keeps them moist and soft. Store baked and completely cooled rolls in one piece in an air-tight plastic bag, or wrapped loosely in plastic wrap, then foil.

6 (6-ounce) boneless chicken breasts, skin on
Salt and freshly ground black pepper
6 slices prosciutto ham
18 leaves fresh spinach
24 pieces sun-dried tomatoes
1 teaspoon chopped garlic
1/4 cup red wine
2 cups beef stock
1/4 cup tomato puree
1 cup demi-glace (brown sauce)
3 to 6 whole eggs, as needed
1 to 2 cups half-and-half, as needed
2 cups all-purpose flour, or as needed
2 cups Italian flavored breadcrumbs, or as needed
1 liter canola oil
4 medium to large potatoes, peeled and cut into chunks
1/2 bunch chives, chopped
1/2 stick (4 tablespoons) unsalted butter, plus 1 tablespoon for potatoes
1 teaspoon chopped fresh thyme leaves
White truffle oil, to taste (2 or 3 tablespoons)

Lay a long piece of plastic wrap over your cutting board and tuck it underneath the sides of the board. (Covering the chicken with the plastic will also keep the mess down when you pound with the meat mallet.) The chicken breasts should be placed on the covered cutting board, skin side down, with enough space between them so they can lay flat after you "butterfly" them. To make the butterfly cut, carefully slice open (without slicing the chicken all the way through) and spread the flesh of the chicken out so you will be able to pound it out into a single thin piece on which you will place stuffing and then roll up. Season the breasts with salt and pepper. Then put another length of plastic wrap over the seasoned chicken breasts and flatten with meat mallet to integrate the seasoning into the chicken. Pound chicken thin.

Lay 1 slice of prosciutto ham on each breast. Add 3 leaves of spinach and 4 pieces of sun-dried tomatoes on each breast. Fold in each end and roll tightly. Place on sheet tray and freeze until firm. (It does not have to be frozen completely hard, but this makes it easier to handle when breading.)

Preheat a deep-fryer to 350 degrees F. Preheat the oven to 325 degrees F.

While the chicken roulade is hardening in the freezer, prepare the tomato demi-glace. In a saucepan, saute garlic and then deglaze the pan with the wine. Add stock and tomato puree. Boil over medium heat until reduced by half. Add the demi-glace (brown sauce) and let simmer until thickened ("medium thickness").

When the chicken is firm, set up a breading station. Whisk together 3 eggs and 1 cup of the half-and-half for the egg wash. (Begin with this amount and whisk more together if needed.) Then set up a bowl each of: flour, then egg wash, and then Italian bread crumbs. Evenly coat rolled frozen chicken with flour (not too much or bread crumbs won't stick). Dip floured rolled chicken into egg wash, then into bread crumbs. In a deep-fat fryer, lightly fry until golden brown. Finish in the oven for 15 minutes until completely cooked through. Remove from oven and let rest.

Boil the potatoes until tender. Then mash the potatoes and whip chopped chives, butter, salt and freshly ground pepper into the potatoes with a beater.

Re-heat the tomato demi-glace and to finish remove from heat, and immediately whisk in fresh thyme and 1 tablespoon butter.

Slice each chicken roll to expose the stuffed interior. Place mashed potatoes in center of each plate, drizzle white truffle oil over the potatoes. Lay chicken roulade over potatoes.

1:05 PM
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1:09 PM
pickels said...

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1:09 PM
Anonymous said...

how rude to post shit like this on people who are really into the show.
it just sucks to know there are bunch of losers out there.

1:27 PM
tommy said...

its pickles u t@rd

1:28 PM
Anonymous said...

1:27 is a faggot cuntface nigger.

1:29 PM
Elliott said...

Why can't Shauvon and Trisha both leave?

1:43 PM
pickels said...

i know the food is pickles, YOU TARD but my names russian and it is actually PICKEL. YOU IGNORANT AMERICANS MIGHT MAKE FUN OF IT BUT ITS LIKE ONE OF THE MOST POPULAR NAMES IN RUSSIA. GET OFF YOUR FAT AMERICAN ASS STOP EATING MCDONALDS AND OPEN A TEXTBOOK ASSHOLE. YOU DONT KNOW EVERYTHING, IN FACT YOU KNOW PRACTICALLY NOTHING YOU ARE ALL IGNORANT.

2:21 PM
Anonymous said...

Trisha is fucken devious!!! She knows what she's doing... she's just a calculating little bitch. Did anyone see the smirk on her face when she was arguing with Parissa and cooking at the same time? Like she was getting off on it or something. She doesn't remember kissing Alex... PLEASE!!! THen she continues to fight over it after talking to her "man". That bitch needs a reality check...

3:17 PM
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3:36 PM
Anonymous said...

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4:17 PM
Anonymous said...

WHO CAN TELL ME WHERE THIS QUOTE IS FROM?? YOU WIN A PRIZE. "Can i get any of you cunts a drink"

4:17 PM
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4:23 PM
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4:24 PM
Anonymous said...

no you dumbass that quote is NOT FROM AMERICAN PSYCHO FUCKING MORON

4:42 PM
Anonymous said...

it's from this:

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=961593032122977224

4:57 PM
Anonymous said...

its from a shitty movie called shaun of the dead that is so shitty that cant even compare to norman bates so fuck you pickles you russian kike fucker asshole CUNT.

4:59 PM
Anonymous said...

So, say you were meeting a new person--blind date, new friend, who knows. And you wanted them to have some idea of what kind of person you are, and who you are. But you can't actually tell them in so many words. Instead, you have to give them a box, with a dozen things in it for them to look at/read/listen to/taste/whatever. "What would you put in the box? And a copy of your journal or a link to your LJ would be the same thing as just telling them directly, yourself, so that's not allowed."

5:03 PM
Anonymous said...

this is really pathetic. i know its been said a million times, but you guys act like 12 year olds. actually 12 year olds would have more maturity.

5:16 PM
Anonymous said...

Learn punctuation you fugly manwoman. Also, you should delete your MySpace because you are one ugly motherfucker. SHOO FLY!

5:38 PM
Anonymous said...

it is rumored that this person is on the next season of the real world:

www.myspace.com/bratton423

i can't seem to figure out if this is true or not?

HELP.

5:56 PM
Anonymous said...

quit pimping your myspace you ugly faggot.

6:03 PM
Anonymous said...

I'm confused. Is this supposed to be a blog for "The Real World" or a blog for people to post their ignorant shit??? In regards to the episode, Trisha is one of the biggest bitches in "Real World" history and I can NOT wait for her to leave. And Shauvon needs to get a clue.

7:36 PM
Anonymous said...

personally this has to be the worst set of girls in RW history, minus KellyAnne, she is the only one I like.
Parisa is annoying, I can't even stand to watch her or listen to her retarded comments. She is embarrassing.
Trisha is stupid as hell and needs to leave already, talk about a two faced bitch.
Shauvon isn't bad when she isn't whining about her ex back home or getting drunk and yelling at someone. She needs a serious reality check, her ex does not love her he just loves to control her.

As for the guys, Dunbar has his moments, otherwise he is as retarded as the girls. Also he is sooooo not as hot as he thinks he is.

I adore Cohutta and Issac, they are awesome.

8:22 PM

This episode took us a step further in the world of Shauvon (Sydney) and Trisha (Sydney). The episode started out by rounding out the fight between Trisha and Parisa. The two, basically drunk, just hurled a bunch of insults at the other. Eventually, Dunbar (Sydney) gets pulled into it, after Trisha is told that everyone hates her. Dunbar, when asked by Trisha, doesn't get a definitive statement either way. The next morning, Parisa apologizes to all the girls.

That night, Shauvon gets drunk and brings a boy home. She feels super guilty about her ex back home, who she still has feelings for. The boy that Shauvon brought home just leaves even before Shauvon wakes up. Shauvon writes her fiancee, David, an email telling him how much she loves him still.

Trisha, meanwhile, tells her boyfriend that she kissed Alex over the phone. She does this after both Isaac (Sydney) and Cohutta (Sydney) tell her that it would be the best, to get it over with. Trisha is left fumbling in the wind when her boyfriend tells her that he trusted her, not Alex. So, their relationship status isn't clear.

Meanwhile, Shauvon gets an email back from her fiancee. She calls him. The two cry because they both still like each other. But then, her fiancee gives her an ultimatum: pick him or the Real World. The episode closes out with Shauvon struggling with the decision. Will it really be Trisha who leaves? Or will Shauvon decide to get out of Sydney?

posted by Mr. Real World at 7:31 AM on Oct 18, 2007
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8:45 PM


Anonymous said...
lol at the two nigger fanboys that posted their thoughts that no one gives a flying fuck about.

8:47 PM


Anonymous said...
the roof the rooof the rooof is on fire let the motha fucka burn my vagina is on fire.

11:13 PM


Anonymous said...
Trisha is such a fucking hypocrite, trying to be holier than though when she is the worst person, cheating, lying 2-faced, ugly whore.

12:34 AM


Anonymous said...
Congrats to the person who just learned how to copy and paste!! Good for you! You're awesome!

5:04 AM


Anonymous said...
you wish. you dirty jew. you fucking yeast infection. shes as fake as they come. the real girl has NAKED pictures with martin short in it. i want to throw everyone that commented in this into a boiling pot of feces and then I want to pour them out before their skin bubbles and shit like that and I'll roll them in the street and sprinkle salt everywhere and then mow them over with one of those lawnmower type things you sit on like in CANT BUY ME LOVE and then, i'll smear jizz all over everyone and pickle them with onion juice and slimey clit fizz. :)

Why dont you eat a banana, you battered horsefly? HUH?
the truth is your real reflection is so gross that you resemble one of the bananas- in pajama character things after theyve been fucked by bums on the corner for fourteen years and got the mumps so their faces swole up. the truth is you're so ugly i couldnt pimp your ass for a carrot.

A HALF EATEN CARROT!

5:14 AM


a day in the life of trisha said...
"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."

Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"

"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."

Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.

Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.

"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"

Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.

"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.

"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."

"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."

He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.

"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."

"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."

His thrusts sped up.

"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."

He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.

He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.

"Oh!" she cried.

She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.

"Daddy!"

"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"

"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.

He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.

They fell next to each other, panting.

"That ... was fun," she gasped out.

He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.

"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.

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8:04 AM


Anonymous said...
Pickels has no life!!

1:04 PM


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11:06 PM


Anonymous said...
when is trisha leaving sydney?

11:24 AM


Anonymous said...
when your mom stops sucking dick

12:22 PM


Anonymous said...
lmaoooo !!!!!!!! i really like Trisha and so does the whole MICHIGAN !!!!! bitches

we fucking HATE Parisa and DUM-bar lmaoo

12:38 PM


Anonymous said...
Good thing nobody cares what Michigan thinks because you're all a bunch of NIGGERS.

7:16 AM


This episode took us a step further in the world of Shauvon (Sydney) and Trisha (Sydney). The episode started out by rounding out the fight between Trisha and Parisa. The two, basically drunk, just hurled a bunch of insults at the other. Eventually, Dunbar (Sydney) gets pulled into it, after Trisha is told that everyone hates her. Dunbar, when asked by Trisha, doesn't get a definitive statement either way. The next morning, Parisa apologizes to all the girls.

That night, Shauvon gets drunk and brings a boy home. She feels super guilty about her ex back home, who she still has feelings for. The boy that Shauvon brought home just leaves even before Shauvon wakes up. Shauvon writes her fiancee, David, an email telling him how much she loves him still.

Trisha, meanwhile, tells her boyfriend that she kissed Alex over the phone. She does this after both Isaac (Sydney) and Cohutta (Sydney) tell her that it would be the best, to get it over with. Trisha is left fumbling in the wind when her boyfriend tells her that he trusted her, not Alex. So, their relationship status isn't clear.

Meanwhile, Shauvon gets an email back from her fiancee. She calls him. The two cry because they both still like each other. But then, her fiancee gives her an ultimatum: pick him or the Real World. The episode closes out with Shauvon struggling with the decision. Will it really be Trisha who leaves? Or will Shauvon decide to get out of Sydney?
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Anonymous said...

this psot is about tj lavin that sucks yhe's hurt moron who post this stuff for real world sydney get a life and save that for antoher post for sydney

Anonymous said...

sooo rumor has it that greg also known as pretyboy from RWC for season 20 has already been kicked out of the house for the upcoming season. The reason i heard is he got fired from their season job which means you get sent home. is there any truth to this or what??

Anonymous said...

TJ Lavin is a faggot douche anyway. Who cares.

Anonymous said...

"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."

Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"

"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."

Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.

Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.

"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"

Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.

"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.

"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."

"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."

He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.

"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."

"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."

His thrusts sped up.

"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."

He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.

He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.

"Oh!" she cried.

She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.

"Daddy!"

"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"

"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.

He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.

They fell next to each other, panting.

"That ... was fun," she gasped out.

He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.

"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.






"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."

Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"

"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."

Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.

Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.

"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"

Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.

"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.

"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."

"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."

He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.

"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."

"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."

His thrusts sped up.

"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."

He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.

He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.

"Oh!" she cried.

She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.

"Daddy!"

"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"

"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.

He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.

They fell next to each other, panting.

"That ... was fun," she gasped out.

He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.

"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.





"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."

Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"

"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."

Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.

Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.

"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"

Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.

"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.

"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."

"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."

He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.

"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."

"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."

His thrusts sped up.

"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."

He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.

He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.

"Oh!" she cried.

She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.

"Daddy!"

"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"

"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.

He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.

They fell next to each other, panting.

"That ... was fun," she gasped out.

He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.

"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.





"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."

Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"

"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."

Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.

Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.

"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"

Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.

"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.

"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."

"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."

He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.

"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."

"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."

His thrusts sped up.

"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."

He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.

He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.

"Oh!" she cried.

She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.

"Daddy!"

"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"

"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.

He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.

They fell next to each other, panting.

"That ... was fun," she gasped out.

He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.

"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.





"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."

Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"

"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."

Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.

Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.

"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"

Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.

"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.

"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."

"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."

He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.

"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."

"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."

His thrusts sped up.

"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."

He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.

He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.

"Oh!" she cried.

She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.

"Daddy!"

"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"

"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.

He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.

They fell next to each other, panting.

"That ... was fun," she gasped out.

He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.

"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.




"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."

Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"

"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."

Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.

Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.

"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"

Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.

"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.

"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."

"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."

He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.

"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."

"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."

His thrusts sped up.

"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."

He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.

He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.

"Oh!" she cried.

She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.

"Daddy!"

"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"

"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.

He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.

They fell next to each other, panting.

"That ... was fun," she gasped out.

He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.

"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.




"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."

Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"

"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."

Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.

Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.

"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"

Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.

"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.

"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."

"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."

He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.

"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."

"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."

His thrusts sped up.

"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."

He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.

He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.

"Oh!" she cried.

She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.

"Daddy!"

"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"

"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.

He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.

They fell next to each other, panting.

"That ... was fun," she gasped out.

He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.

"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.



"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."

Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"

"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."

Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.

Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.

"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"

Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.

"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.

"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."

"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."

He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.

"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."

"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."

His thrusts sped up.

"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."

He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.

He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.

"Oh!" she cried.

She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.

"Daddy!"

"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"

"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.

He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.

They fell next to each other, panting.

"That ... was fun," she gasped out.

He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.

"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.



"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."

Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"

"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."

Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.

Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.

"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"

Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.

"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.

"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."

"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."

He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.

"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."

"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."

His thrusts sped up.

"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."

He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.

He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.

"Oh!" she cried.

She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.

"Daddy!"

"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"

"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.

He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.

They fell next to each other, panting.

"That ... was fun," she gasped out.

He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.

"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.


"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."

Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"

"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."

Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.

Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.

"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"

Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.

"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.

"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."

"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."

He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.

"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."

"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."

His thrusts sped up.

"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."

He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.

He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.

"Oh!" she cried.

She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.

"Daddy!"

"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"

"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.

He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.

They fell next to each other, panting.

"That ... was fun," she gasped out.

He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.

"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.



"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."

Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"

"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."

Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.

Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.

"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"

Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.

"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.

"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."

"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."

He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.

"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."

"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."

His thrusts sped up.

"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."

He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.

He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.

"Oh!" she cried.

She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.

"Daddy!"

"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"

"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.

He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.

They fell next to each other, panting.

"That ... was fun," she gasped out.

He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.

"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.


"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."

Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"

"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."

Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.

Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.

"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"

Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.

"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.

"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."

"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."

He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.

"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."

"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."

His thrusts sped up.

"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."

He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.

He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.

"Oh!" she cried.

She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.

"Daddy!"

"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"

"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.

He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.

They fell next to each other, panting.

"That ... was fun," she gasped out.

He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.

"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.



"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."

Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"

"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."

Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.

Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.

"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"

Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.

"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.

"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."

"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."

He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.

"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."

"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."

His thrusts sped up.

"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."

He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.

He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.

"Oh!" she cried.

She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.

"Daddy!"

"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"

"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.

He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.

They fell next to each other, panting.

"That ... was fun," she gasped out.

He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.

"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.


"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."

Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"

"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."

Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.

Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.

"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"

Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.

"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.

"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."

"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."

He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.

"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."

"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."

His thrusts sped up.

"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."

He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.

He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.

"Oh!" she cried.

She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.

"Daddy!"

"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"

"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.

He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.

They fell next to each other, panting.

"That ... was fun," she gasped out.

He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.

"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.


"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."

Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"

"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."

Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.

Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.

"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"

Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.

"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.

"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."

"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."

He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.

"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."

"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."

His thrusts sped up.

"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."

He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.

He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.

"Oh!" she cried.

She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.

"Daddy!"

"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"

"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.

He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.

They fell next to each other, panting.

"That ... was fun," she gasped out.

He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.

"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.


"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."

Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"

"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."

Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.

Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.

"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"

Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.

"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.

"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."

"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."

He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.

"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."

"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."

His thrusts sped up.

"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."

He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.

He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.

"Oh!" she cried.

She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.

"Daddy!"

"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"

"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.

He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.

They fell next to each other, panting.

"That ... was fun," she gasped out.

He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.

"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.


"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."

Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"

"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."

Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.

Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.

"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"

Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.

"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.

"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."

"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."

He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.

"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."

"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."

His thrusts sped up.

"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."

He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.

He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.

"Oh!" she cried.

She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.

"Daddy!"

"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"

"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.

He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.

They fell next to each other, panting.

"That ... was fun," she gasped out.

He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.

"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.


"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."

Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"

"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."

Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.

Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.

"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"

Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.

"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.

"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."

"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."

He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.

"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."

"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."

His thrusts sped up.

"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."

He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.

He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.

"Oh!" she cried.

She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.

"Daddy!"

"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"

"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.

He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.

They fell next to each other, panting.

"That ... was fun," she gasped out.

He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.

"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.


"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."

Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"

"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."

Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.

Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.

"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"

Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.

"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.

"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."

"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."

He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.

"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."

"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."

His thrusts sped up.

"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."

He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.

He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.

"Oh!" she cried.

She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.

"Daddy!"

"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"

"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.

He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.

They fell next to each other, panting.

"That ... was fun," she gasped out.

He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.

"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.


"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."

Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"

"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."

Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.

Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.

"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"

Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.

"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.

"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."

"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."

He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.

"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."

"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."

His thrusts sped up.

"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."

He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.

He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.

"Oh!" she cried.

She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.

"Daddy!"

"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"

"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.

He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.

They fell next to each other, panting.

"That ... was fun," she gasped out.

He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.

"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.


"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."

Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"

"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."

Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.

Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.

"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"

Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.

"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.

"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."

"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."

He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.

"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."

"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."

His thrusts sped up.

"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."

He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.

He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.

"Oh!" she cried.

She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.

"Daddy!"

"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"

"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.

He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.

They fell next to each other, panting.

"That ... was fun," she gasped out.

He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.

"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.


"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."

Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"

"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."

Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.

Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.

"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"

Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.

"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.

"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."

"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."

He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.

"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."

"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."

His thrusts sped up.

"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."

He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.

He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.

"Oh!" she cried.

She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.

"Daddy!"

"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"

"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.

He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.

They fell next to each other, panting.

"That ... was fun," she gasped out.

He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.

"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.



"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."

Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"

"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."

Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.

Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.

"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"

Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.

"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.

"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."

"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."

He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.

"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."

"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."

His thrusts sped up.

"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."

He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.

He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.

"Oh!" she cried.

She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.

"Daddy!"

"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"

"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.

He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.

They fell next to each other, panting.

"That ... was fun," she gasped out.

He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.

"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.


"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."

Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"

"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."

Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.

Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.

"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"

Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.

"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.

"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."

"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."

He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.

"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."

"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."

His thrusts sped up.

"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."

He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.

He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.

"Oh!" she cried.

She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.

"Daddy!"

"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"

"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.

He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.

They fell next to each other, panting.

"That ... was fun," she gasped out.

He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.

"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.



"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."

Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"

"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."

Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.

Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.

"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"

Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.

"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.

"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."

"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."

He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.

"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."

"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."

His thrusts sped up.

"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."

He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.

He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.

"Oh!" she cried.

She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.

"Daddy!"

"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"

"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.

He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.

They fell next to each other, panting.

"That ... was fun," she gasped out.

He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.

"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.

"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."

Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"

"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."

Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.

Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.

"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"

Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.

"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.

"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."

"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."

He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.

"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."

"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."

His thrusts sped up.

"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."

He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.

He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.

"Oh!" she cried.

She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.

"Daddy!"

"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"

"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.

He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.

They fell next to each other, panting.

"That ... was fun," she gasped out.

He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.

"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.

"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."

Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"

"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."

Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.

Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.

"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"

Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.

"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.

"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."

"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."

He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.

"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."

"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."

His thrusts sped up.

"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."

He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.

He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.

"Oh!" she cried.

She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.

"Daddy!"

"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"

"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.

He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.

They fell next to each other, panting.

"That ... was fun," she gasped out.

He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.

"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.

"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."

Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"

"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."

Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.

Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.

"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"

Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.

"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.

"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."

"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."

He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.

"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."

"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."

His thrusts sped up.

"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."

He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.

He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.

"Oh!" she cried.

She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.

"Daddy!"

"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"

"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.

He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.

They fell next to each other, panting.

"That ... was fun," she gasped out.

He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.

"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.

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