He got up behind her and rubbed his cock up and down her slit before slowly sliding balls deep in my wife's wet pussy. He started out in a slow rhythm... I moved to her head and placed my cock at her lips which she parted and took my rock hard cock in her mouth. We now had her in the spit roast position. Every thrust Eric made behind her, sent her mouth farther down my cock. I told him that no matter what, he couldn't cum inside her pussy. He agreed to pull out before hand. We fucked her like. Therewas a pink crop top that just about covered my titties, but showed plentyof cleavage (or at least what cleavage I currently have). It also had theword "Daddy" printed across it in white. Then a short and matching pinkskirt with a black trim. A tiny white thong that would hold my clitty infor about two seconds and covered almost nothing of my button. Thigh-highwhite socks with black hoops at the top. And high-heeled pink ankleboots.I loved it!When Daddy saw me in it, he nearly had a choking. . .more accurately, that night in my room after stabbing my index finger with a paper clip.###An hour or so had gone by since everyone dispersed and went to do their own thing for a while. As for me? Our grandfather's lawyer left a stack of papers for me to look through so I could get acquainted with his businesses. It was as I was reading through the history of Graves Shipping that I was picking at the tip of a paper clip, but somewhere along the way I managed to dig the tip of that paper clip. 'Have you got a female flatmate? Or are you living with someone?''Damn! My clothes!' I thought. Roger had told me many times not to leave them lying around when I got undressed to wait for him. I no longer fling my clothes all over the place as I tear them off. I now put them in an orderly pile. But nevertheless, they were there, bang in the middle of the coffee table. And my bra and knickers were on top of the pile!'Neither, ' I heard Roger say. 'Those clothes belong to Liz, my girlfriend..