His hands ran down her arms feeling her goosebumps, and he bent and leaned into her, bringing his hands around her back and down her butt until they g...t to the bottom and lifted up, digging his nails into her cheeks and pulling them up and apart, making her gasp into his mouth. Just a little tug and his hands let go, sliding back up her rear to the small of her back, as he pulled his kiss back and started to nibble on her bottom lip, he then grabbed onto the sides of her waist and finally. ..almost white hair with blue eyes. My legs aren't too bad, but my thighs are thicker than I ever wanted them to be. So, in my greatest use of my imagination...I couldn't imagine my son finding me sexy.I found myself thinking of ways...how could I pull this off? Every thought that my mind considered...I knew it was doomed for failure. How does someone make their son think of them...as someone they'd like to fuck? I eventually got away from the downtown traffic and was heading home on the. All of a sudden it struck me that she was the spitting image of her mother when I first met her and throughout the entire twelve years that I knew her.She walked the same, she bent over the same, and she caused my dick to come to a full erection just like her mother did.For the rest of that week all I could do was stare at my beautiful daughter. She wore micro miniskirts that made my tongue hard. She wore half shirts that showed her flat tanned tummy and made me want to lick her from her toes. Sweat pooled and dripped down her body and into her eyes, stinging them.Ken finally came, but remained hard. His cock was slick with Ari's spit, so he turned Jane around, bent her over and speared her asshole. She groaned in pain, but for Jane that was pleasure. He fucked her pretty hard as Ari watched, wishing for something to give her relief. Ken fucked Jane for a good ten minutes before cumming in her bowels. He pulled his cock out of Jane and pushed it into Ari's mouth. Ari wasn't really.