It’s fucking cold but thankfully the river here barely reached my waist and I could feel solid ground underfoot. I treaded carefully the whole way, ...bout a hundred and fifty feet and soon reached dry ground on the other side.“This will do,” I said to myself, glad to have found it. Crusher shook himself dry on the shore, splashing me in the process.Unfortunately, I soon learned the shallow area wasn’t very wide. When I strayed more than fifteen paces to the right or left it got deep really fast. The bed was pounding against the wall and I remembered hearing that downstairs. I heard him tell her, Do you want me to do it this way or on your side? She said, I dont care, Dad. Just make sure to blast my insides with your virile seed. Make sure it does the job. Can you feel Jacks wasted load in me? Yeah. It sure is slick. Get on your side so can scissors you like we used to in the Bronco. She turned on her side and he replaced his bulging cock back inside the velvet glove of my wife. He. I wanted this man in the worst way. I sucked him deeply into my mouth. This was at a time that I did not even like giving blow jobs and here I was not fifteen feet from my passed out husband, with this guys wife upstairs, sucking his cock for all I was worth. I did not care. I was so turned on I would do anything this man asked (more about that in another story). He ran is fingers through my hair and I could tell he wanted me to finish him off. He was turned on, so it was not going to take. I put the chain around my dick and told her suck it properly.“You don’t want it to hurt in your ass, do you? Suck it properly”.She lubricated my dick with her spit and started deep throating me. Such a good girl, no need to tell her. In between I suddenly move backwards, immediately giving her a mini heart attack, since the chain was still around my dick.“Hahahahaha, what happened rich slut? Too much to handle”? I did it quite often and without warning. She was breathing heavily, scared.