We chatted about our fantasies and experiences. I had my laptop with me and fired it up and got out some discs of my private photos and movies, some o... just me and some with my wife, mostly with one or both of us dressed in pantyhose or stockings. It was a big turn on to hear these guys, sitting here, some of them wearing my wife's underwear saying sexy things about my wife and what they would like to do with her. Looking round at their stiffening cocks I could just imagine each of them fucking. "Oh god...I can't help myself." What mom. Want can't you help. Can you see us fucking, mom? Tell me. Tell me mom." Yessss.. God yesss... I can see us fucking."Ryan stopped fucking his mother with his hand. He grabbed her by the waist and helped her to her feet. Placing her in front of him he lowered her down, putting her on her hands and knees, facing the mother and son as they continued to fuck out of control. Ryan grabbed his dick and guided it between his mother's legs, slowly sliding his. ‘Come here I will dry you’ she said while getting up and gesturing to come near her at the same time. I went and sat beside her, she took another towel and started rubbing it all over my body, she starting with my head then moving to my chest (which she loved a lot) and then my moderately hairy legs (which she enjoyed) she dried my whole body. Then, I stood up and went near my cup board to change my dress. ‘ ranbir drops his towel at the end of song will I be getting a glimpse of your beautiful. ” Special to realize that my little daughter had a crush on me. And more to realize that I would spend sleepless nights stroking my enormous dick and masturbate on the idea of her beauty and innocence. Time and again, I realize I would fuck my daughter in a heartbeat. That was the type of relationship that my daughter and I had, and why it was special. But as an old man, and a father, I had to constantly remind myself that Jenny was my only daughter. It was almost dark when I returned home from.