" He reached over and placed the thermometer on his desk. "Maybe I'd better check it out with a more reliable gauge."Jenny kept her ass high in the ai..., wondering what the coach would do next. The end of the bulge in his sweatpants was all wet.The coach sucked on the middle finger of his right hand, lubricating it, then slipped the finger between Jenny's asscheeks. "Just relax, honey."He wiggled the tip of his finger against her ass-pucker, then pushed. His finger disappeared up Jenny's asshole. She secretly cried herself to sleep at night.Troy knew that he was being used and he didn’t like that at all. After all, his father had never let his mother tell him what to do.Beverly wouldn’t let him stop fucking her. She would suck him and then fuck him. He finally knew what it was like to have the shoe on the other foot. He couldn’t wait to get rid of her.Sunday was not any different. He woke up with his cock in her pussy. She was on top of him fucking away. Before he could pull out onto. " Oh, you will. In fact, you love him already." I do?" my daughter was puzzled, "Who is it? Ricky Martin?"My wife grunted. "Let me give you a clue," she said, now moving to the door behind me and opening it. "He's in your room right now."I looked around, as did Rachel, and as far as we could see, I was the only one of masculine persuasion in the room. Rachel, however, was the first one to put two and two together."Daddy? Are you out of your mind?" Her incredulity matched mine."Oh, no, dear,. ” Sharon was elated but didn’t show it. This was at least the first stage. “Right, well I am pleased you have taken that decision. Take your skirt and knickers off please and put them neatly on the chair over there.” Sharon watched as Wendy removed the clothes below her waist and eyed her friend closely as she folded them and carefully put them on the chair as directed. Now another important stage. She said sternly “Right my girl, face the wall with your hands on your head. You have seen.