I wondered why she changed her mind but didnt really bother with it. We went out that night and it seemed like she was made for me. She was everythin... I could have hoped for in a woman. We liked the same bands, same shows, and the same foods. We ate, drank, and danced a bit and then I asked her back to my place. She was hesitant but agreed to it after a bit of persuasion. I will never forget that night. As I opened the door to my house, I started kissing her. I laid her down on the couch and. An electric-like charge of eager expectation passed through him, knowing that his sexy young daughter was getting ready for him. He could almost visualize her sweet, sexy young body; naked and willing, as he spread her long legs and pushed his cock deep inside of her wet, hot pussy.He stopped suddenly as he entered his study. The overhead light and lamps were off, but several candles were lit and cast the room in a dim, romantic light. He sucked in a deep breath. There was a subtle, sweet aroma. Rhonda moved on top of him and, holding his swollen lance with her slim fingers, she impaled herself on him, sighing as she did. The minute Rod was all the way in, she began moving her hips up and down slowly, and as she did, Rod experienced a new wave of exquisite sensations which rapidly fanned the smoldering embers of passion inside him to a white-hot conflagration of urgency. Rod thrust his hips up off the bed, shaking his partner. He looked up at Rhonda’s gorgeous face, now a mask of. “Will you two stop with that French crap,” Bobby retorted.Georgia grinned, sensing the competition for her favors from the two men. Despite anything overtly sexual, she felt her pussy getting wet. I am truly getting excited, she thought. Me who has never strayed beyond the bounds of matrimony except for my Friday sessions with Kim. But those don’t count, I don’t think. They are just a way to escape the boredom and the sexual tension which Beauregard can’t satisfy. Do I dare to do this? No one.