She waited for more and she waited patiently. He looked down, at her breasts, and then into her eyes again. In a quiet sounding voice he told her “Y...u do have nice boobs. May I feel them?” She nodded, anxiously. Slowly, he reached forward. She waited to feel him touch her boobs, although her dress was still intact. She did not care. She’d take it off if and when it was required. Doing all this with an older, more mature, and quite the good looking guy that he was, was a very easy decision to. When they came down stairs, all he could do was stare at them.Rebecca was the first to notice “Dad? Dad! What are you staring at?”“Huh? Oh ... well ... your outfits. Aren’t they a little ... revealing?” They had on these types of tennis outfits. Their ass’s made them stick out in the back, kind of like someone was lifting their skirts, which were a little too short in his estimation. And the tops seemed to ... mold around their titties. “Are ... are you going to go out ... dressed like. He was going to make sure she kissed her husband when she got home so he could wonder about the way she tasted.He groaned louder, and pure, sweet little fucktoy Elle recognized the signs. She squeezed her lips tighter, increasing her pace. She was full on attacking the base of his cock now, all traces of self preservation missing from her as she concentrated on pleasing this man that owned her; the king of her existence. She submissively did the thing that always drove him over the edge —. He pushed me back harder, and at that I pounced on him. We were both livid, screaming and hitting each other. Then I accidentally hit his cock, and it was hard. In his state of uncontrolled emotion, he let out a little moan. I quickly got off of him and stood up, “I’m so sorry Yosep, I didn’t mean… I swear... please don’t tell anyone about that, I don’t want people thinking bad shit about me…”“Its fine dude, the fight was my fault and it was an accident, and its not like I didn’t moan…” he.