Anne was thrashing around the couch like a rag doll, moaning and groaning, gasping for breath. Her tits shook like jellies and her nipples, I thought ...ere going to burst. They protruded from her tits like bullets; they must have been a good inch long. Her legs beat a steady staccato in the air as Bob took her to several orgasms using his tongue and fingers to produce what I can only describe as a gibbering wreck, of which I barely recognised as my wife. Never before had I seen her so aroused or. Then he grabbed my ankles and pulled me from the chair. I fell hard to the floor. He came down on top of me and pushed up my skirt.I fought so uselessly. I pushed away with my arms, but I kept shifting my hips to keep my pussy rubbing against him. I moaned a lot.He seemed to enjoy the whole thing enormously.Soon, he fumbled with his pants, getting his fly down and his cock out. I couldn't see it, his cock – for that I'm glad – but soon I felt it rubbing against my moist panties."Oh yeah," I. As soon as Sandy had peaked and was on her way back to lucidity, Dad switched to Carol and followed her up and over into orgasm.We girls took a quick shower without hair-washing figuring that smelling like sex at school was not a good idea. [Are we smart, or what?]“Girls, we’ll pick up from the Mexican place on our way in, if that’s okay.”“I don’t know, Dad” replied Heather. “We get morning orgasms and spectacular breakfast burritos instead of no sex and cold cereal. Where’s the fulcrum in that. I rode home with Matt to help show him the way to our place. I’m sure Daddy wanted me to go with him so that I could give him a sample of my skills. His car was unappealing. I didn’t care to see evidence that he was a person. His gym bag. CDs showcasing his taste in bad music. It pulled me out from my fantasy, which didn’t include interludes of humanity. To overcome this feeling, I reached for his cock, giving him that same sultry look I learned from posing for Daddy. He was thick and hard. He.