I was even treated to some hair touchups as mine was continuingto grow, and getting a bit shaggy.As the weeks turned into months, Betsy started to sta... over on a fewoccasions, even as we were not sharing a bed yet, just as a purpose ofconvivence. Something other that developed about this time was thatmany of my clothes were starting to get tattered and torn and needed tobe tossed. Betsy came up with the thought that maybe I should gothrough some of my wife's things, still where they were left. ” A rush of erotic energy shot through her at the torrid thought. She threw her head back and jerked on his dick. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum all over you, bad boy!” Her pussy spurted all over his thighs and she wailed through another orgasm. He sat up and kissed her hard, mauling her tits. As they made out she bounced harder on his dick. She panted as he licked down her neck. “God, you make me cum so good, baby,” she said. “You’re a fucking sex god.”He fell back, groaning. “Ride me, Lisa.. They never slept with the door closed and as Libby was making her way down the hall to her Daddys room she could hear Carols voice. Oh John, that was amazing! Uhmmm. . . Libby could hear her Daddy making a grunting sound but he didnt say anything. Please can I clean it, John. You know how I like to clean that monster after youve cum. Sure baby, anything for you. Libby couldnt understand what they were doing. For one thing she knew her Daddy didnt have a monster and another thing was that. After such ministrations I would typically masturbatemyself. I was always electrified by the scent of the female secretionswhich had painted my face, and my wife seemed to take a placidsatisfaction in having thus "scent-marked" me, to use her phrase. SoonI had lost all interest in blow-jobs, and was only eager to experiencethe intensity of her orgasm and the thrill of my own submission. ThoughI did not fully appreciate it at the time, I was discovering in myself,with awe and excitement, a.