“Not really.” Breathing raggedly through her open mouth, Rebecca tongued back saliva that wanted to leak from the corners. She belched again, wet ...nd loud, and excused herself.Younger-Rebecca took a half-step toward her ailing visitor and though frustrated, looked concerned. “Who are you?” she questioned again.“In a minute, okay? Can you help me up, please?” Iris helped her onto the edge of the mattress. Nodding, she said: “I don’t remember you being sick like this when you came through. “My God, no wonder I was pissed, I didn’t make a real arsehole of myself did I?“No, you were ok in the Pub, well mostly”, I added. “I almost carried you back here. Then I got your real arsehole in the camper after you started acting ‘slutty’. You told me to open some Prosecco, drank a huge glass then passed out cold, so I just turned you over on the day couch and took my chance for a nice tight fuck.”“No you didn’t,” she laughed, slapping me, “Anyway you don’t like that anal sex stuff much, I. My actions pulled the shirt tight against the outline of my braless tits and their pert, erect nipples poked through. Dad's eyes flicked over my breasts, lingering as he uncrossed his arms again and took a step toward me, "You're fucking him, aren't you?" "Daddy!" I cried, shocked he would ask. Ever since I started wanting to fuck my father, I ended up screwing everyone, including my best friend Candice, as a substitute. I couldn't exactly tell that to Dad, though. "That's none of your. I came and stood there, buried between my sweet wife’s thighs.Eventually I slid out and moved down between her thighs. She urged me to make her come as soon as I could. So I picked up the brand new toy and pressed the thick girth into the mess that was coming out of her pussy lips. I rubbed it across her slit and played with the swollen clit until her entire pussy was glistening with Ana juices.She was ready now; so, I began slowly pushing it inside of her hungry cunt.After my nice hard fuck,.