Being the very curious me, and having on mind the figure of her husband’s cock at that moment, made me want to get closer and sneak on them fucking,...I figured it was ok, I had already seen Josh fucking my younger daughter, who wasn’t even his wife, he also fucked me with her same time, so why not watch him fucking my elder on, his own wife, the one he should be fucking legitimately, anyway.May be I was finding excuses, but I guess I wanted to see my elder daughter naked, and how much would she. She would wear short little cut off shirts, short shorts. The outfits really showed off her figure very well. I walked around half hard all the time. Every night, when we would go to bed, I was fucking the hell out of Donna, thinking about Jill. By Thursday night Donna said, “You have got to give me a rest. You are fucking wearing me out, I can’t take anymore.” When I got her in the bed she would change her mind. I would start rubbing on her and that would do it. Friday morning I was in the. It’s been six weeks and it was six weeks the last time, too. Is this a pattern I can plan on?”“I’m afraid so. I live in Chicago and I can only afford airfare every six weeks.”“Chicago!? Damn! That’s a helluva distance to travel just to get laid.”“You know as much as I do that the Pussy Train is like nothing else in the entire world.”“Yeah, I do. But for future reference, the correct answer to that would be ‘I’d travel further than that to be with YOU’. That’ll get you laid for sure.” I. It was the summer after high school graduation, and he was going away to college. Damn it, why didn’t he approach Claire all summer? She was so quiet. Brian was fairly sure he had never once heard the girl’s voice. He was mostly afraid to speak to her because he was terrified that the woman of his dreams would reject him cold. It was rare for Brian to meet anyone of the female persuasion that did not smile and giggle in his direction, or at least make eyes at him. Claire didn’t even seem to.