She was smiling. She blew me a kiss and at that, I hammered into the encore with that familiar fat sound. The band kicked in and we soared. Water She ...tared at the painting. He’d done her in oil, a classic pose. Those were good times, when they biked and enjoyed lazy afternoons at the ballpark watching their mediocre double A team. They’d met at a jazz concert and shared a heat that refused to fade. Outside, storm clouds gathered. She stared at the painting and a single tear escaped. He was. "I like it this way best, papa." He panted for a few moments while I worked through the images of Juicy and Cutie vibrating on the dance floor. "Ja, fuck me!" He sighed, bending deeper, and thrusting his hips back harder.I held his waist for a bit more stability and - to my surprise - Angel grabbed my hand and moved it to his nipple. I took the hint and squeezed it.He inhaled sharply. "Ja, like that! Deep und hard!" His volume began to creep up and I hushed him. I also put my other hand on his. I could feel my face becoming bright red as my body began to shake, my back lifting off the bed in an arch. There was an explosion of pleasure deep in me, waves radiating out and all I could manage was a loud groan of “FUCK!” as my pussy clamped tight around Jason’s cock.As the waves subsided I looked up, catching his smile as he watched my body react. “Roll over” he ordered.It never occurred to me that it was a request, in my mind it was a pure order. I rolled onto my stomach, my feet hitting. My little girl thought her father was sexy. I climbed onto the bed by her feet, and Erica drew her legs back so that her knees were at her chest and her thighs splayed widely. She was fully exposed to me, a lewd pose that set my bl**d on fire. Her pussy opened like a dew moistened flower, beckoning to me. I moved up closer to her until my knees were at her buttocks and my cock hovered right above her teenage pussy. But then I paused. This was the threshold. Anything before this was something we.