"Even so, at least it would have been a boyfriend! Not my father!" There, there," her dad soothed, stroking her soft hair slowly, eyeing her tits hung...ily. His cock was throbbing wildly in his shorts, but he knew he'd have to play it cool today, if he was going to get lots of ass from pretty Linda."Ohhh, Daddy!" Linda cried, pulling her robe closed as she felt his tender hand on her head. "How could you have done this to me? I always knew you were thinking about it, but I never dreamed you. He started moving his hips to and fro in my mouth and his hands were all over my body and sometime bending himself and finger fucking in my cunt and ass.He kept on finger fucking my cunt and ass so harshly I was fully tempted with his orginess. He kept on finger fucking making me suck his cock.The Rickshaw driver Mehmood (it was his name in fact came to know when everything was over) was finger fucking and making me suck his cock and I started sucking his hairy balls, which tempted him more. "I'm feeling generous so if you want to wipe some of the cum off of your wife and spread it on your ass-hole then do it quick, it might make this easier."The idea made sense to me since I had no desire to have my ass torn open so I ran my hand across my wife's stomach where there was about a 1/8th inch layer of cum and ran it over my anus. "That's a good boy," said Mo and he pressed the head of his cock against my ass. It felt like a fucking orange pushing up against me and I knew that there. She wanted no confusion, Jane wanted Greg. His eyes closed, fluttered really, his balance was off but he was falling into a rhythm, pressing forward in opposition to her thrusting motion, hands and mouth in unison, sucking, loving. He couldn’t control it, he was moaning. He was hot, wet, hard, slick, squeezed, sucked, his hands were on her head, fingers pressing, pulling slightly. Softly. God, he wanted her. His eyes were able to see her silhouette, when they were open, her hair brushing his.