I pulled her back and made out with her. I started cowboy riding her again. After like 7-8 mins I saw her body shivering again and tears coming out of...her eyes. She was squirting. Hot warm liquid was coming out. The juices were extraordinary. I hadn’t come. I laid next to her and started kissing her. I asked if she wanted another round just so I could finish. She said yes. I brought her closer to me and inserted it from the side she let out a squeal of some sort. I kept fucking her for another. She liked tasting the traces of her own cunt and cum."I believe you said something about fucking my brains out," he said, having had a raging hard-on for quite sometime now ."Yes, I did, but first I,d like a taste of that big hard cock of yours." Kneeling over him, she started licking and kissing up and down the shaft which has given her so much pleasure. As her lips moved over the head, she let it slide into her mouth, forcing it down her throat. She had become very good at the art of. I was in heaven.Then his hand clamped on my balls. Hard. I yelped. He squeezed harder. I screamed.?Shut up,’ he said. ?And hold still. Do you think I would drive a hundred miles with you to please you? That’s not what this is about, you little fag. This is for my pleasure. Now get those legs wide open, and stop screaming like a little girl. Be a man for me.’His hand squeezed again, so hard I began to worry about permanent damage. So hard I felt I might actually pass out. I squirmed under him,. I’d imagined her ample bosom but now saw practically all of it under the sheer nightie that was her sole garment. The shadow of her dark pubes didn’t escape my vision either. I hurried back to my room and jacked off right then. Damn, Dad was lucky!Her daughters became much less modest too and triggered a lot more “self-abuse”, as the priest called it. It was mostly weekend nights so they hung around and kept trying to talk to me. I was shy, as I said before, so that must have made me a.