I was really kissing his mouth with my tongue, every part of my body was all over the place, my head, my breasts, and buttocks and my wet cunt, all of...me was attacking him for that sole penetration I craved, but then I realised to my horror, it was NOT him, it was Lola's father I was all over and my hidden strength as a teenager had overpowered him, and my hidden passion had overwhelmed him and even as I realised my mistake my hands were busy fishing his cock from his pants.I froze, almost. My thirty year old daughter in between boy friends again was sprawled naked rubbing her pussy, noticed me watching her so smiled an invitation as we were lovers now and then, but I shook my head no as Sarah Wasn,t happy with my i****t with Chris any more.i regretfully entered our bed room and removed my dressing gown to climb in just in my under pants. “Did you not notice Chris, masturbating?” Sarah asked. “Difficult not to as her door is wide open!” I shrugged. “Wanton little Slut! I told her. ‘Well, sir,’ said the policeman gravely, ‘I’m afraid I have some bad news. Your uncle is in hospital after a road accident. He’s in a very bad way. He’s asking for you, sir,’ he concluded, gesturing to the waiting police car. I hurriedly collected my coat and other essentials and asked my wife whether she wanted to accompany me. ‘I’d really rather not,’ she replied frostily. ‘Your Uncle Albert always gives me the creeps. I’m sorry he’s been hurt, but he’s always been a terrible old lech.’ This. After about a year as Mr. Watson and Brianna's mom were together, I spent alot of time at Brianna's house as we were like attached to the hips, at least, that's what her mom used to say about us. Over that time, I began getting comfortable around Mr. Watson always being there and I thought he was always really nice to me. I was shy at the time, and still kinda shy today, as I'm usually quiet around new people and I sometimes get all blushed in the face.So it wasn't until this summer that both.