When her father came fully into her vision, a slow smile came over her face. Amy was writhing in ecstasy with his shaft buried deep inside her core. Avery knew firsthand how that massive tool felt, and she didn't blame Amy for being incoherent. Her eyebrow's furrowed together as her father called her Sinbad. As if she was always getting into something. Not that she wasn't, but it didn't mean he needed to tease her about it. A moment later though, she realized that the words were laced with love an amusement and she just shook her head with a noncommittal answer of,<strong>"we're going to the mall.</strong><br/><br/>As he gave the location of his wallet, however, she couldn't help but giggle as she stuck her hand into his pants, his hips madly thrusting into her sister as she grasped the leather of the item. Avery feathered through the multitude of cards in the case before coming across the one he had specified. Avery slid it about before tucking it safely back into his pants.<strong>"Having fun there Amy?"</strong>was her response to her sister's greeting. Avery leaned in for a moment to kiss Amy on the cheek, and then her father.<strong>"Give it to her good Daddy"</strong>were her parting words. As she slipped out, she turned to Jake holding up the card triumphantly.