Anna is breathing heavily and running her hands through her father's gray hair. She moans..."Mmmm... Daddy, that feels good." She whispers. "Yes baby,...I know you like that don't you?" Anna nods and closes her eyes again. Her daddy makes his way back down her legs and beings pushing his finger into her closed hole as he massages her swollen clit with his tongue. He makes sure to pleasure his daughter and applies pressure as he circles his tongue all over her cunt. He then takes his finger out. He found it in an auction house in London where he was working. I used to go for long tramps over Hampstead Heath with my friend, followed by afternoon tea. I was very bad in those days at picking it up when someone admired me, rather like the heroine of my story. Only much later did I realise that my friend was one of many admirers. (RIP, dear Phil, I still often think of you.) The poems: are by George Gordon, Lord Byron, Alfred Tennyson (not ennobled at the time of this story), and Robert. More

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