Before, she'd been in control. Control of thespeed, control of the rhythm. Now Ken was thrusting, pounding into herand it was different, submitting to...his insistent cock as it penetrateddeep inside her again and again.Her breasts swayed, bouncing in the rhythm of his thrusting and the wavesof pleasure spreading from her pussy and nipples built higher, stronger,until she felt her self losing control of her body. All her musclestensing and a high feminine groan of ecstasy escaped her lips. The. "What are you doing here?" she asked."Well, it is my apartment," I answered, realizing how dumb that sounded. Still looking for an excuse to explain why I had apparently been standing by the sofa watching her sleep, I blurted out, "I want to talk to you." If she thought it was suspicious for me to creep up to her in the wee hours of the morning to have a 'talk', she didn't let on. But then Patti wasn't the brightest bulb in the chandelier."Talk about what?" she asked as she at last reached for. When he said he was going to come she did something with her hand to his shaft that delayed his coming. She flipped them over which had her on top and she didn't move her hips but her vaginal muscles were milking his shaft. Her arms were around him kissing him with her active tongue doing battle with his tongue. His stiff shaft imbedded in her told him of her vaginal muscle action and her moist warmth. Without her moving her hips the excitement of what she was doing and being with her was too. My own orgasm was imminent, and we both came, shouting and moaning, at the same time.As we relaxed and came back to Earth, she confided to me that although she had been with a couple of guys at school, she always found herself imagining that it was me, and it never failed to bring her off. I didn't really know what to say. I was more sated than I had been in years, but I was still disturbed about having bedded my daughter.However, Karen soon laid my fears to rest, as she crawled over me to.