I could feel theclimax starting.“I’m going to shoot my baby juice right up your fuckingcunt. I love it when you don’t wear panties. ... love itwhen you wear sexy, short skirts. I love it when yournipples stick out from your tits, baby. Your hookerstockings are a real turn on. Keep pumping on my rockhard cock, baby. Oh fuck, I’m cumming. Ah fuck. Here itcomes.” I tensed. My head was back and I was gaspingfor air. I started to shoot. I thought it would neverend. My cum. "Ooohm!" his wife moans as she pushes his glans between her wet pussy lips, and slowly impales herself on his veiny dick."Do you suddenly enjoy to fuck in the dark?" she asks amusedly while sitting on his lap."What...?" Jack exclaims and rushes to turn on the bedside lamp.That wasn't the voice of his wife!With wide eyes, he looks at the slender woman in front of him, who just pulls her nightgown over her head."Who the fuck...," he groans while his eyes jump from her hairless pussy to her perky. It seemed to happen in her early teens, but the result was that she loved me unconditionally as I did her. Or maybe looking back it happened the moment we joined totally as lovers; on that afternoon when we fucked for the first time. Yeah, I think that’s when our relationship changed, although it was still a father-daughter thing between us, which is hard to explain. On one level we are father and daughter, like all fathers and daughters, but on another other level we are lovers. Such a simple. We really did have a great relationship, a fantastic sex life, good jobs, a nice house, and a wonderful life. Did I say a fantastic sex life? I mean that in both the literal meaning and the older meaning: imaginative and fanciful.From the very beginning of our relationship we had exchanged erotic stories through email. We even went so far as to learn how to encrypt our email; that's how hot it was and we didn't want it intercepted. We were best of friends, sharing all the details of lives,.