I turned around to find a young woman casually leaning against a nearby piano watching me. ‘Sorry, I didn’t realise anyone was there.’ I mumbled...apologetically. ‘Am I in your way?’ She smiled, ‘Not at all, I was drawn down here by your playing. What was it you were playing? I haven’t heard it before.’ ‘Just something I made up.’ ‘It’s good, how about you just keep playing and I’ll listen?’ I smiled graciously and returned to my playing, but my thoughts now on my audience. She looked familiar,. I couldn't keep my mind on anything but fucking, it became my raison d'etre. Wake up in the morning and figure ways to get daddy's dick inside me, fuck my brother and be dreaming of daddy's dick ramming home in me. Try to listen to the news or do a bit of needlepoint and all my eyes could see was daddy's dick aiming for my open and welcoming pussy. I must have driven him crazy with my fondling and sucking and pleading, and I think that's why I got my dildo.It came wrapped in brown paper, we. I was wondering why I had not heard of this position before, when She said breathlessly, "You hold tight, please." I wrapped my arms and legs tightly around little brown sister's body. She pushed her knees under her body, lifting it off of the bed and mine followed her. I was raised in the air as little brown sister fucked me harder and harder, our bodies slapping together loudly, in a quickening rhythm. As my climax grew in intensity, it felt as though my own cock was penetrating deep inside. With each thrust, he would push a little further, and I felt a little more comfortable with it."Oh, Harry, you don't know how good that feels." I got a thrill of pleasure knowing I made my Dad feel that good. He continued to thrust in and out, and before lone I was able to take as much as five inches. I knew that was my limit, though; I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, and I knew I'd gag if he tried to go further. Fortunately, he must have realized that because he didn't try to go.