Way to go!”This wasn’t exactly the reaction I’d been expecting from my own daughter. Seemingly an enthusiastic cheerleader for her own Mother an... Father’s sexual emancipation. I could never in a million years have imagined having the same conversation with my own mother.What followed was something similar to my previous evening with Charlotte. My liver was taking a bit of a battering as Abigail and I polished off another two bottles of wine as we discussed, not only what I and her Father had. "Besides I can get some shots of you there being all domestic." he addded."Good luck with that. Alright, I'll do that, if after you drop me at the house, you go buy a Mr. Coffee and a pound of Columbian coffee?" I informed him."Done," he replied."Here," Martin said as he handed me the burn phone. Put your phones in the box and I'll mail them to Maxine's house."I knew that I would have to make a trip to the post office to get the package, since there was nowhere for the mailman to leave it at. My own orgasm was making itself known as we both drove towards that edge of ecstasy. With a final violent thrust she let out a loud shriek that almost scared me. I grunted almost as loud and emptied my second load into her. She collapsed on top of me and I actually had to hold her up. I think she was to exhausted to keep herself level. I let her rest as she slowly regained her strength. We sat on that bench connected, because my cock was still inside her keeping the copious amounts of cum. My cock is rock hard, and I know she can’t miss it poking into her.“Get a room!” a male voice shouts, and Becky pulls back, her cheeks red.“That guy’s completely out of her league,” I hear another, feminine, voice say not so quietly. I grind my teeth, as Becky tries to wriggle out of my arms, but I won’t let go.“Yeah, there’s probably something wrong with him,” a different voice says.“Wanna have some fun?” I ask the attractive woman in my arms, and she nods uncertainly. “Play along.” I wink at.