Why should daddy fuck you, slut? He asked as he thrust his two fingers deeper in her time after time.Please daddy, I am your little slut and I want to...feel you inside of me.Oh, now you want daddy to fuck you, do you? When you go out and let some other cock fuck that hole, you come home and want daddy to fuck it too?Yes, daddy, please. You know how to fuck your little girl right. Please, daddy, please.He removed his fingers from her pussy and unzipped his pants.She heard his pants coming undone. "Oh man, I remember the first you beamed that smile." Yes, that time when you came back earlier, I thought I was playing itsafe then..." Indeed threw me for quite a surprise, but it has been a pleasant one."She nodded back, before getting up to put on her undergarments - amatching bra and panty set both peach colored with feminine frills whichshe put on without much trouble, along with a light garterbelt. Next sheslid up a pair of sheer tan pantyhose onto her slim legs, clipping thoseonto said. If he stayed hard all evening, he was going to be in agony! I stroked his cock gently.Carl looked at me, surprised, and then moved to kiss my cheek. I turned my head and our lips met instead. He'd been drinking root beer and I tasted it on his breath and lips."I washed my hair with conditioner," I said softly after breaking the kiss, incredibly nervous and aroused at the same time. What was I doing?! "It's nice and soft," I added."Oh?" and he started to reach for my head."Not that hair," I. He sat down on a couch and motioned my wife to join him. He looked up at me and asked her, “Who is he?”“He’s my husband,” she replied as she joined him on the couch, “But don’t mind him. He doesn’t interfere with my fun.”Bobby gave me an arrogant, superior look. “I understand perfectly,” he said, grinning maliciously, “You’re her cucky boy.”“Go get us drinks,” she ordered me, “Bobby and I need to get acquainted.”I hurried over to the liquor table and poured two scotches. When I returned I.