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Yes. I understand. I will come to you and want sex. You will want sex with me very badly. Yes, I will want sex with you. Sherry's hand picked up the pace and she felt the orgasm grow at the root of her spine and then her fingers mashed down on her clit, slid past and then she pushed two fingers of cotton panties deep into her soaked pussy. She groaned softly as her hips slammed down on the sofa cushion in a spasm. Her hips jerked again and again and her breathing stopped. Somewhere in the back of her exploding brain, she was thinking that hypno sex was better than anything she could every have imagined. Knowing that yet another woman was going to be feasting between her legs at every possible opportunity was overpowering. That she was in complete, total control. Her breathing was still ragged young daughter fucking cartoons. But she had to get Karin back. She heard the toaster pop in the kitchen. Karin, you will remember noting about this. I will count backwards from five very slowly and at each number, you will become more and father daughter sex more awake. Yes. Five, you can feel yourself becoming less sleepy. Four, you can open your eyes now. Karin's eyes opened slowly and she blinked lazily.

Three, you are becoming awake. Two, you are almost awake. One, you are fully awake now. Karin blinked again and looked around. Sherry had pulled her wet fingers out of her pussy and was holding her hair just as Karin remembered. Heather came into the room, a cup of tea in one hand and a plate heaped with toast in the other. She sat next to Sherry on the sofa. There's plenty of hot water and the cups are out. Coffee is made and tea bags are in the canister next to the sink. I'm starved. In spite of the smell of toast and tea, Heather immediately picked up the unmistakable smell of Sherry's lubrication still damp on her hand. A bit horny this morning, are we? Sherry was still blushing from her orgasm. I.

I woke up horny, as always. Which was usually true. You should have told me. I could have helped you with that. Heather offered. Not likely. You were furious at me. Father daughter sex well, I'm over that. You can't help it if you have young daughter fucking porn a hypno fetish thing. She smiled at Sherry and Sherry knew all was forgiven. Karin was finding it to focus in on the conversation, for some reason. Like she had just woken up from a deep sleep and felt partially out of touch. She reached over and picked up a piece of toast and began to munch, realizing how hungry she was. A night of intense sex had left her ravenous. Heather looked over and smiled at Karin. Now, let's get the hypno stuff over. Put me under and remove the code words father daughter sex you planted. We'll start with me.

Then, we father daughter sex get Janet to change the words she is using with Traci and not let you know what they are. Then, we get Janet to put you under and remove the code words she is using on you. Um, that's OK, Sherry said. Actually, it excites the hell out of knowing that Janet has all this sex with me and I don't know it. You are? Excited by it? But you don't even remember it! Yes, but you know how I feel about her. Maybe some day she really will want to have sex with me without the hypnosis and we can try being more than just employer employee. Heather looked doubtful, but said, OK, suit yourself. Personally, I think you should stop it and tell her now how you feel. I want to, you know that, but I'm afraid I'll loose her. Well, you don't exactly have a relationship father daughter sex now, I mean, other than they hypno sex. True. I don't know. Let me think about it.

OK, put the toast down and put me under. No code words. Do it father daughter fuck with the charm. Sherry was already reaching for her hair when she remembered that she had already lured Karin with that trick. Heather's insistence on the charm technique was a nice save for her. She pulled it out of its little pocket in her pocketbook by her feet. Heather relaxed back into her seat, turned to she could face Sherry. Sherry modulated her voice and began to speak. After a few seconds, she began to swing the charm back and forth. Karin heard the sudden change in Sherry's voice and it made father daughter sex her feel funny. Like something she had heard her do a few minutes ago. She continued to eat her toast and watched as the feeling passed. In only moments, Heather began to slide under. Sherry gave a shiver and at the movement Karin turned to watch her. Her face was flushed and her lips glistened for her licking them.

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Not so soon! She fought to hold it off just a bit longer, but her back bowed and her mane of golden hair hung down in a wonderful waterfall past her tail. Her mouth hung open and she trembled uncontrollably as the hot tip of Karin's tongue now began to lash her clit, sending her over the edge into the pool of lust waiting there to take her, the release crashing through her. Young daughter fucking cartoons ahhhhhh. And then, she rolled swiftly from the first orgasm and began another, even more intense. Her knees gave way and she sank onto the sofa, Karin's eager hands now firmly gripping Sherry's rock hard cheeks, pulling Sherry's plush pussy hard against Karin's mouth. Whatever lack of experience Karin had with women, she was making up for with pure energy and frantic activity. Karin was now exploding with the need to tongue fuck Sherry. No matter how deeply she plunged her tongue up inside her, she tried to get in deeper. She chewed on the puffed lips, sucking them deep inside her mouth. Sherry groaned wildly and flung her long legs around Karin's ears and locked her heels just as another orgasm hit. The involuntary reaction lifted her tail clear of the sofa cushion as she supported herself with her arms over the back of the sofa. Her hair hung down behind her to the floor as her head bent back over the sofa. Unable to stop herself, Karin's tongue went in even deeper young daughter fucking porn. Hypno sex had always been young daughter fucking stories extra good, but with Karin to service her just as Heather went under, Sherry was on an all time high, with no signs of her lust abating. It went to another high as Karin released her grip on Sherry's buns and reached up under Sherry's blouse and firmly grabbed her tits and rolled the nipples savagely between her thumbs and fingers. Sherry's very tender nipples seemed to become white hot pokers and the heat poured through Sherry's chest. She was on fire young daughter fucking movies everywhere, but especially in her mind as, incredibly, her arousal grew instead of being satisfied. Even as she was fucking Sherry so eagerly, somewhere in Karin's mind she wondered at what was happening to her to behave like this.

Sherry was completely open to her, her sopping pussy lips full and open, father daughter fuck exposing the deep, tight pussy that lay just beyond. Heather still sat on the end of the sofa in a deep hypnotic trance.