”“Fuck,” I groaned as Janelle turned and sauntered out of the room, her perky ass swaying from side to side.Swallowing, I got up and stepped out...of my jeans and boxers. Then I followed her, my dick throbbing. I was so fucking hard for my daughters. I knew I should put a stop to this, but I was too weak. I glanced at my wife's picture and looked away. Mary would be so disappointed in me.Janelle's plump and jiggling booty shook before me as she headed up the stairs, her thighs dripping with her. While our tongues were still tangled in a web I started to get a tense feeling, my body got hot as he kept finger fucking me faster and faster. I couldn’t control myself soon I was on the erg of coming and I started to believe that’s what he exactly wanted. I pulled away from our tangled web of kisses while screams of delight rushed out of my mouth. “Yamani stop”, I yelled. He wasn’t listening to word I was saying he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of my pussy. Oh no I’m going to. ”“Oh, I understand. Sara once or twice sounded like that.”Sara blushed. “No, I didn’t! When did I sound like that?”Daffy gave her a long look before replying. “It was nearly six months ago, when uncle Steve was spending a few days with us. You remember Uncle Steve, don’t you?”Her gaze flickered down at Sara’s baby bump, just for an instant, but I noticed. I think others did too.“Yes, Mum,” said Sara, lapsing into silence.“Yes ... Come to think,” Daffy continued, “I’ve not heard you ... sing .... He dragged me into the bedroom. My panty hose got down to my knees and he gave it to me. It wasn't anything I was into. It wasn't fun for me, but he sure taught me a lesson. It taught me not to tease men if I didn't mean it. Also, it taught me not to be such a shit towards people. Where did I get off thinking I was so much better than him? He was the same person whether he was a lead singer or not. It doesn't make any difference what people do."We stayed friends," says Veronica in 6/96..