We ran down the main drag hand in hand till the end of the road. The merry-go-round was once again in sight. "Oh, can we go back on?" Cindy asked exci...edly. I went over to the control panel for the ride and inserted the key. The motor started up. I lifted Cindy up onto one of the horses. I started up the ride as the sound of the carnival music broke the silence of the still New Jersey night. As the ride started in motion, I hopped on the horse behind her and grabbed hold of her hips as Cindy. I felt the light stubble of daddy’s chin tickling my nuts, and his nose rubbing against my light pubes as my cock throbbed in his mouth and throat.“OH FUCK! DADDY! DADDY!”My nuts unloaded in daddy’s throat. Panting, drenched with sweat, I was twitching from the vehemence of such an awesome climax. Suddenly I realized that I once again failed daddy; that the initial terror that took hold of me when first contemplating daddy’s cock was truly the portent of my abject failure, of my betrayal of my. Jenny’s tongue was buried in Brad’s ass for about 30 seconds when they heard her phone start buzzing on the coffee table. Brad looked down and saw it was Ben. He told Jenny, “Ben’s calling you.” She momentarily stopped her tonguing and stroking long enough to say,”Answer it then.” Brad tried to argue but Jenny absolutely insisted he answer it and she moved back to his front to continue sucking him off. Brad reluctantly answered the phone, “Hello?” Ben quickly replied, “Brad!? Oh shit are you. "That's right. Now I need to know more information so I can figure out what your punishment is going to be," I said. "How many times did you get fucked?" "Since I last saw you?" she said. "Five times. I got fucked by my wife five times." "Anyone else?" I asked. She looked up, surprised. "No." "Okay," I said. "I believe that. Although I suspect you fucked yourself a number of times too, my little whore, but I will let those slide. How many times did your wife make MY pussy come? Did she eat my.