She started riding slowly up and down. I was fingering her pussy from front.I started slapping her ass to jump heavily, and she started jumping. Wow. ...t was just fucking fantastic. She was screaming ‘this is the first time for me, but I like it’ and jumping more and more. She was telling ‘you are better than my husband, far better. My husband fucks me only normal style and oral, but you are fucking me all around, love you, please keep fucking me until my husband returns’. Now I was fingering. Blue ball crisis averted, carry on and all that.”“Right. The physical part would have been taken care of. But there’s no psychological part to speak of. Or emotional part, maybe. This whole business about sex being 95 percent mental or whatever—that’s bullshit, I think. It’s more like 50 percent mental. But the other 50 percent—call it psychological, or emotional, or… it’s about identity. We… crossed a line at some point. I have a general idea of that point, but I don’t know exactly how we. This put her forearms parallel with her waist and allowed them to fit in the small of her back. I mean, it’s one thing to fuck the shit out of a girl, but you do want her comfortable when she’s on her back and you’re about to put your weight on her.And that’s what he did straddling her waist, his legs gripping her flanks. He grabbed her nipples and squeezed them, twisted them, stretched them. She expelled her breath, grimacing, and groaning. She made to get out from under him, but she. And there was no way I was going to miss this now that it had arrived, however unexpectedly. What little restraint I might have had left me in an instant. After all, I wouldn’t be screwing my daughter, I’d be screwing her best friend whose body I had craved for years. Besides, I figured that there was no way I could walk my daughter down the aisle with this raging erection.I walked over to kneel behind Paige as I unzipped my pants. She was so wet that her cum was running down her legs. I.