I decided if i want to enjoy the incest it would be my daughters.For this i started planning things in advanced and i made it a point to make my daugh...ers my incest object when they grow up. Taking all this into consideration i started loving my daughters in a way they should not consider any other men in their life excpet me. Since their childhood it was always me who used to give them the bath and i made it a point i rub their pussy for atleas 15 minutes during every bath so that they get. It was incredible. Steph had stood up next to the bed, my legs now riding high with my heels on her shoulders. Suddenly I felt the strange sensation of leather against the back of my thighs and buttocks. I felt her fingers sliding in and out of me. Her fingers would slowly slide out and then quickly back in at the same time as she thrust her hips forward and I would feel and hear the slap of leather on skin. I looked down at her and it looked just like she was fucking me. With each forward. Meanwhile I was sharp as a razor when I thought about her. ‘I have discovered a dance hall,’ I offered, at the end of my patience, ‘everything like it was in the early seventies, will, you come with me tomorrow evening, reenact the dance school times?’ ‘True dancing, no jumping around?’ she asked suspiciously. ‘So true like the hours we spent at the ancient dance school your grandmother forced upon us,’ I confirmed with a grin. ‘Pick me up.’ Carefully I suppressed my surprise, with this she had. Whatever utterly weird attachment had grown between his beautiful blonde wife and that wild, raping animal, it had gotten way out of hand. Now, the canine bastard was paying nightly visits to his bed and wife! And the unbelievable, horrifying part of it to him, was, that Jean was always shamelessly overjoyed! The times he'd witnessed the inconceivable, salacious act, his lovely, naked young wife had obscenely thrust her spread white buttocks up and back at the panting bastard like a wanton slut.