She felt bliss; her fingers moved their way right between her pussy lips. Meanwhile matthew‘s hips moved up and down and his hand sped up on the way...that would bring him closer to his delight. Slight moans escaped his mouth, these sounds excited her very much, and lowering her panties down shyla was now masturbating with all her fury. Shyla uttered only one light moan and it came to matthew’s ears, he started, removed his hand and turned around covering with veil to his head. Shyla realized she. I looked down where her legs had recently been and saw her shoes still haphazardly on the floor, a few drops of our union remaining to flare my nostrils with its aroma. I realised that my morning suit pants were still around my ankles and my underwear twisted and stained - I quickly pushed off my shoes and pants and removed my black cotton shorts, rolling them into a ball but finding nowhere to put them. I spotted an ornate brass hook on the back of the grand old door, so that became my. I heard a cough, it was Bryon's uncle "Wayne", a 50ish old drunk that spent every weekend trying to get laid. Wayne wasn't a ladies man by any stretch, in fact I never seen him in the company of any women. I didn't ever think he was gay or anything, he would yell at us for staying up so late then he would fall asleep watching porn.Door opened suddenly, I closed my eyes and pretended I had been fast asleep. I could hear burps and farts coming from him, he sounded pretty trashed as his foot. “Do you need me to do anything for you? I could make you some tea.” “No it’s fine,” I lied to her, standing up from the chair and heading out of the kitchen. I stopped myself quickly and turned back. “I’m just going to go lay down, but thank you mom.” ________________ I laid in bed for what felt like hours, thinking things over. Wondering if it could truly be possible that I had slept with my father? A musketeer is a popular costume, there could have been many people there with the same.