Sarah and Daddy part 6 - Sex Stories

Sarah and Daddy part 6

... want to share lots of loving kisses with you later." "No problem baby. If we all enjoy the garlic butter, we'll all be equally garlicized. That way, none of us will taste each other's garlic breath, because we'll all have garlic breath. It works, trust me." Jessie spread a generous dollop of butter on her bread, bit in, and her eyes lit up. "Oh my god, that tastes fantastic!" Next to her, Sarah was munching down with great enjoyment. "Oh Daddy, you were so right, this tastes like a bit of heaven right here!" The Caesar salad was prepared at our table, and I enjoyed watching Sarah and Jessie, their amazed reaction, as they watched our waiter deftly preparing it. When they tasted it, their salad plates were quickly emptied, as was mine, I was really hungry also. Our main courses provided lots of satisfied sounds of pleasure, as Sarah eagerly dug into her stuffed salmon, and Jessie delighted in the taste of her lemon lime risotto with shrimp. My girls were hungry, and they eagerly devoured their dinners, I love to see ladies who eat. Before I got married, dates with ladies that would just shove their food around, and eat barely enough to keep an ant alive drove me crazy. Sarah's Mom was an eager diner, just like her daughter, and that brought on a pang. Me, Sarah's Dad, was fucking his sweet daughter, burying Daddy's manhood deep with the soft pinkness of Sarah's tight heat that I had deflowered, jetting Daddy's incestuous sperm deep inside her tight velvet grip. And now, ...

... add her girlfriend Jessie to the mix. What a situation I had gotten myself into. But, damn it all, when they gave me that look of heated lust, that "come fuck us" look, I was powerless to resist it. I ordered the most famous Italian desserts, Zabaglione and Tiramisu. "Umm, dessert, love the sweet taste after dinner, what are they made of Daddy?" Sarah asked. I said, "Well baby girl, Zabaglione is a classic dessert, made with egg yolks, sugar, a sweet wine, usually Marsala wine, and heavy cream. It's like a light custard, whipped up to incorporate a large amount of air. And Tiramisu is also a true classic, ladyfinger biscuits soaked with espresso coffee, that are then layered with a whipped mixture of egg yolks and mascarpone cheese." Jessie added, "Since Daddy knows all this yummy information, I bet the desserts are gonna knock our panties off...if I was wearing any!" Sarah and Jessie giggled wildly, and I couldn't help but laugh also. I had noticed that Jessie, since she was wearing tight shorts, had seen no reason to wear panties. I had very much enjoyed the view of those wildly sexy cheeks filling the rear of her shorts, wrapped snugly around those awesome globes. Sarah, since she was wearing a skirt, had not wanted to risk any bare pussy flashes, and was wearing a sexy red ruffled satin panty underneath to, as she had said, keep the view just for Daddy. Sarah grinned and said, "It'll knock my panties off, and your socks off, how does that sound?" Jessie laughed and said, ...