She wanted to be penetrated by her dad. Wanted to see what it looked like as fingers explored her. My little High School Junior wanted the good feel...ngs to continue, and she wanted a first hand view. As my fingers pushed forward into her pussy, she clearly began a slow, steady pant, no longer breathing. My arm was probably still blocking some of the view, with my fist point up. So, I decided to give her total access and change the angle of attack."Honey, I'm going to try a different. “And you’d better be ready when I get back,” she added. I took off everything down to my pants and waited - I was so embarrassed I could not believe this was happening. Miss Edwards returned with a very whippy looking cane about 3 foot long. “Take off your pants and bend over the piano stool,” she instructed. I didn’t move, I must have misheard what she said. Swish - the cane caught me across the top of my leg. “Didn’t you hear what I just said?” She watched as I took off my pants, and hit my. His brides had no job except please him. They cooked cleaned and let him use their bodies for any sexual thing he needed. He had a high sex drive and never could get satisfied. The brides he chose were slim, pretty, large tits, huge nipples, tight pussies, and round asses. They were virgins and he was the first to fuck them. They were never allowed to say no, no matter what time he wanted to fuck, day or night. They all wore thin short wrap around robes and nothing else. The light material. “Jesus Christ,” Sarah muttered.“I know Matt went in early this morning,” I said. “We came a little early in case you needed help with something or need us to find some mischief for the boys.”“Mischief is a grandmother’s job,” Marcie declared from the doorway.“And one you’ve mastered,” I said with a laugh. Matt’s mother shook hands with Liz – something she never did with the last female that accompanied me to the house. Then she gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.“I’m Marcie Costello,” she.