"They smell of us." Dave grinned. He grabbed his stepdaughter by the waist and pulled her onto the bed. "Better make it worthwhile then." She crawled ...nto the centre of the bed, offering herself to him as he took hold of her waist and impaled her. With her face in the pillows, she grunted and screamed as he filled her womb forcefully.With the sheets in the washer, they tidied the rest of the house; all signs of their affair were squirreled away or disposed of. The last thing to clean was. It looks like it’s gonna be a boring night daddy”“That’s even better princess. I have some ideas we can work on while you all play cards. But first, what are you wearing?”“Jeans and a t-shirt. Should I go change?”“No, stay like that for a little bit. I will let you know when to go change”I went back downstairs and asked my son to serve me some wine while I was dealing the cards. We started playing and I told them I was gonna be texting dad since we hadn't talked all day just so I could text my. I feel myself tense around him, every muscle in my body tightens as I climax. He pumps harder and deeper into me, slow deliberate strokes. He pulls out and supports me briefly before leading me to the back of the couch and bending me over it. He rubs himself between my cheeks and presses against my bum hole. He is lubed with my wetness and I feel the pressure of him entering me. I suck in my breath and wait, trying to relax enough to ease him in. Slowly he moves deeper into my ass holding. I laughed. “Horny slut! Yes, you’ve drenched them, juicy girl – they’re due for a trip to the laundry.” I nuzzled the dark wet spot with my nose as she wriggled against my face. She pressed herself to my face. “Laundry? No, these bad boys are dry-clean only!” I leaned away and looked up at her. “Really? Wow, the wonders of modern technology! Blue jeans you can’t wash… what’ll they think of next?” She laughed as she gently slapped my face. “Smarty! It’s the rhinestones – plus, if they shrank.