" Don't you mean it helped you get into my pants?" She asked with heavy sarcasm, but then she paused, "In some ways I can understand a man fancying a ...irl, even if she is married. But I had children, but you couldn't even respect my duty and love for them." And I took them in. I did learn to love them. You didn't want more children, and they were the nearest I ever got to having sons of my own. I loved them, even when they did try to provoke me." He looked round at me, but then back to Molly.. Lorna also had a wet patch in her knickers, this was fucking insane. They turned away from me so I could admire their arses, the movement making their bottoms jiggle in their pants. Then they stopped and leant forward. Hooking their thumbs in their knickers they simultaneously starting pulling their panties down. The tops of their arses came into view and I had to stop touching myself. Lorna’s arsehole came into view, I remembered fucking the shit out of it a few months ago, then I saw. 5'4" 125 lbs and lean. I always wanted to have little titties though. I worked out and had some pecs as guys call them. When I was younger I would try on my sisters clothes. I looked like a guy in girls clothes but always wondered what if I did some make up.So many years later a single stoner and living on the beach, friends would visit. I had to be careful as I did like to play dress up now and then. But I had some really hot girl friends and sex was the best. Every now and then they would. "No, it's just tight," I said. She stroked my cock for a few minutes, clearly nervous about what was next: It was time for my baby girl's pussy to be fucked for the first time. "What do we do now?" she asked. "Just relax," I said. "Lay down on your back on the bed." She really needed to relax. She was very nervous and excited at the same time. So was I. But I was only nervous because I was about to fuck my daughter. She was nervous because she was not only about to be fucked by her father, but.