I beamed and snuggled into his body again.
My mother quickly said, "Okay, whatever. I'm going to the food section. Five minutes. Bye."
"Okay," I said.
Edward ended the call.
"Thanks, daddy!" I said, turning to him to kiss him. I still had a hold of his hands, which I placed on my boobs again.
He protested but squeezed my t**s just the same.
I started turning around.
"Wait, wait, wait," he tried to say as we struggled.
I was facing him, a knee between his legs, grabbing his face to kiss him.
"We shouldn't, baby," he said, even while his hand slid up my thigh-highs to my bare thigh and onto my p***y hair.
Within seconds, I had his belt open, his pants open and his c**k out in the open.
"f**k, f**k, f**k," he muttered. And then, "Aww," as my hand stroked him.
My butt hit the steer
