Amber collapsed on the couch while her pussy spasms around him in a chain of orgasms. Henry furiously pounded into her intent on making her pussy make...up for the last six years of forced celibacy. Amber was in a daze as the old man got his use out of her, her thighs were soaked and trembling, the only thing keeping her up was his big hands as his thick black cock plunged over and over into her depths. He felt his balls tightening and pulled out before he could cum, straining between her ass. I scrunched up as small as I could, but I was already so close to the wall that I couldn't pull away from his hand without making it clear that I was entirely awake, not just shifting in my sleep. I lay still, hoping he would roll over and leave me alone. A moment later, I felt his fingers slip under the waist of my pajama bottoms, and then he was sliding his hand under the sidestrap of my panties to rest on my hip.I muttered incoherently and tried to push him away -- but vaguely, still faking. She even popped my cherry the day after my sixteenth birthday party with her strap-on dildo that she uses on you," she proclaimed. Talk about secrets being lost . . . Was there anything she didn’t know about us? "Yes, daddy: I know about your liking mommy to put makeup on you, and you dressing up in her clothes, boots, panties and a wig and pretend to be a tarty little slut-girl named Lynn, while mommy ass-fucks you with the strap-on cock," she proudly said. I was speechless, what do you say in. My father shook his hand, my mother hugged him, and I stood there and smiled like an idiot. Aunt Dot told him that he would be staying in the room next to mine. He thanked her and said he must be going. Uncle Frank shook his hand one more time, and he was gone. The rooms were adjoined by a thin wooden door with a lock. We were to share a bathroom. I cursed in my head, no more walking into the bathroom naked anymore. I thought about what Abe looked like naked and I felt a tingle in my tummy. I.