My husband is my rock in our hedonistic pursuits, surrounding getting sexually used by him and other men all the time. In fact, I call my husband “R...ck,” as in “rock hard cock.” Ultimately, my mood is irrelevant and the places I have it limits my choices. But I still always want it. My husband Rock likes to describe his role in our lives like this: Imagine a zealous and perpetually horny but clueless and incompetent pimp who falls in love with his one and only whore. He wants her always in. My daughter was eagerly sucking back and forth on both cocks, sucking them deep into her tiny little throat and then slobbering all over their balls just like Bridget was doing to me.Then it suddenly dawned me."You've been teaching her" I said looking down at Bridget.Bridget slurped my cock hard and then looked at me with drool all down her chin."She wanted to know" replied Bridget before sucking my cock some more."Oh god what else have you been teaching her?" I asked.Then looking in the window. Lisa was moaning. He waited for a short time deep inside her for Lisa to adjust to him. He then slowly pulled out a small amount only to forcefully shove his cock in even deeper than before, drawing a sharp gasp from Lisa. God, he loved the feel of her soft perfect ass against his thighs. Again he waited for a few moments before doing it again. Her cuntal muscles continued to pulse around his cock, trying to accommodate this invader. "Fuck Lisa, you're tight. So tight." groaned. ' ?Yes, it is very stressful. I'm afraid the people one employs these days arenothing more than selfish idiots. Why, that idiotic receptionist Lillian wantedto slope off early, just because she has her sister's engagement! This teais very nice,' I added, draining the cup. I lay on the table and Brianna opened the robe as I positioned my head inthe face hole on the table. ?You have candles on the floor,' I commented, lookingdown at the flickering flame. ?It will give you something to look at.'.