My pussy clenched on Daddy's cock as I rimmed our daughter's backdoor.“Ooh, Mommy's being so naughty, Daddy!” gasped Avalon.“She's wicked that w...y!” he groaned.“Daddy!” she squealed. “Yes, yes, work that tongue in and out of my pussy.”My daughter sounded like she was in heaven. My body rocked, my nipples rubbing into Daddy's muscular chest. Tingles raced down to my pussy gripping his cock while my tongue darted around my daughter's folds.I licked and lapped at her backdoor. Her sour musk coated. Still, that was the whole idea. Tad had wanted us to bring his car home and park it in the garage. I had parked Marcie’s car was over too far, I would have to move it over, park Tad’s car beside it, then I could be on my way. “Are you leaving so soon? Do you have a date or something?” Brenda wanted to know when we had the cars arranged in the garage. “No, no…ah…no,” I lied. “It’s just that it’s dark in the house, would you come in with me till we get the lights on?” She sounded sad, lonesome. Their wrestling match was far more erotic. They were both dressed in tiny bathing-suit bottoms and nothing else. Both appeared to have been oiled before their match. When they wrestled he was clearly dominant, and it appeared at times as if they were having sex.I glanced over at Patti once again. Her gaze was fixed on the TV and she was biting her bottom lip, her concentration absolute.The final couple was white. The guy was almost non-descript, Mr. Joe Average. The woman, however, was a. "I wish I could take you this way," his mother purred. "But I'm content to have such a terrific prick hung on my son. Maybe having it in me won't tighten my ass so much that your father can't get in the back way, and you two can make a sandwich of me."Jerry trembled; the idea was fabulous, and he could almost feel the sensation of his dad's hairy balls pressing against his own sack, when both their pricks were buried into Angela. His cock lifted at the vivid image, and he wiggled the rising.