Okay, I was going to say sex, but that was stupid because it was sex, wonderful sex. Messy, swollen, dripping sex complete with squelchy sounds and mo...ns and groans from both of us. Up and down he moved, over my clit, making me squirm and damn, it was almost perfect.But not quite. Because up and down is great, but in and out is better. I wiggled an arm in between our sticky bellies and latched on to the object of my intentions."Don't!" Michael moaned, "I'll come." Not on my watch," this movie. I'M AAAAAWWWGGGGHHH! EEENNNGGGHH! ". I feel her vagina muscles moving like the ocean wave as she grips my member hard and then lets it go, and grip it hard again, over and over. I feel the hot gush of her orgasmic juices flowing down over my head, past my rod, and onto my aching balls. Her cervix is pumping at the same time, opening up, and pulling my head in. The sensations I'm feeling, watching my daughter kissing her friend, feeling Natalias young pussy squeezing my shaft, and her cervix. Crystal vases, paintings and even a few sculptures. "This is an extremelu nice home to raise an c***d in," I told her."Hell no," she said. "This place is where my husband take his office whores to fuck them. He doesn't think I know about it, but today, you're going to fuck your whore in it, and I'm that whore." I'd never call a lady a beautiful as you a whore. That's just not right," I told her."Well, if you don't treat me like a whore and use me the way I want, you can just go now," she. "But why not? Girls don't liketo be seen with hairy legs."He snapped back into boy mode again and took a few deep breaths. Hehoped that these girl moments would leave off for a while, but herealised that was hopeless. Soon these thoughts would be his only ones.Soon, he would have to explain what was happening to him, if anyonewould care to believe him.He went back downstairs for a late supper of toast and hot chocolate."Just to remind you son, don't try anything while you're there,".