. was... my late father Ed. He used to babysit for my husband and me when we needed. He was a widower quite early in life, my mother having died way b...fore her time. He never dated again after mom passed and we thought he babysat just for the company.Now, I became alarmed that dad went off some deep end and indulged himself with Bethany when he was alive.I scooped up my daughter and took her to the bathroom. We removed her soaking panty and I examined her. It wasn't an accusation, but since I. Don't mind if we share this, it is just like we are in gym." She said as she got under the spray. Well it was not like gym as the girls don't shower with the boys. But I then realized I was in the shower with a naked woman. I mean she looked really good naked. She had nice hips, her bush was not overgrown, nice pussy lips. And some nice tits, bigger than I thought they would be. "Wow! This is great I really like this." She said as she held her arms up and swirled about the spraying water. I. And with that said, I grab you by your hips and trust my cock into your dripping wet pussy. I immediately pick up the pace, fucking you with long, hard strokes. Your initial moans turn into screams. “Holy fuck!!!!! More, more, please give me more”. I am pushing in and out, my balls slapping on your pussy which lets you scream only louder. I am starting to get worried about the neighbors and decide to turn on the water but even that can’t cover the noise made by you. I let the sink fill with. This has been my vessel for thirty-four years. I used to shatter hearts. I would date a man, only to dump him when I thought there was someone better. I didn’t care. I’d do it again and again, but none was ever good enough. They adored me and I gave them wreckage. But who was to salvage me?She was playing a joke; there were minuscule hairs on her back, her arms, and the lights reflected off them as effervescent little prisms. No statue was ever this alive. She would move in a minute. He was.