(Never understood that, since daddy was Catholic too. In fact, they were both wearing small crucifixes around their necks. Kind of funny when you cons...der how nasty the sex was.)Suddenly, without warning, he pushed her down on the carpet. She lay there, unmoving. But she did speak to me. "Now, Virginia, the man gets to decide what happens to your body next. You should have no say whatsoever. A real woman accepts whatever her man decides."Daddy commanded her to her hands and knees on the floor. But at the same time, his fingers up in me were making me move closer and closer to the cusp.And then it did happen. I screamed out in a mixture of pain and ecstasy, my vag clenched his fingers so hard, and my back arched. He knew. The spanking slowed and ended, his fingers still inside me as I held them captured, he stroked me to relax.I cried profusely from pleasure, knowing I had disappointed him, and the stinging I could now vibrantly feel. He helped me stand, and holding me in front of. Well, all but Sydney who was cremated by the furnace down near the waterfront because he didn’t want to go to the expense of the regular way of exiting the world like everyone else. He was up on her ledge over the fireplace now and she had a sense he was watching her just like he had done all their married life to see if she was “fooling around” with the factory workmen all juiced up with booze and vim and vigor to nail a local woman just to say they had.Her hair was still that nice honey tint. In less time than it took to ask you to watch I’m barely able to whisper to you that I’m going to cum and you jump up on your knees. I cum hard, arching my back and letting out a long slow moan as it washes over me and rocks my body back and forth. You stroke hard trying to match your orgasm with mine and cum right after me squirting your hot cum onto my stomach, just above my pubic line gasping as you squeeze every last drop out of your pumping balls. You lay down beside me as I pull the toy.