The screen lit up, mid scene, of me getting plowed by two guys.“Sara, it’s…..it’s not what you think.”“Oh really? Because I think my Daddy...has been watching me getting fucked on screen.” His eyes couldn’t help but flash from me to the TV screen where those two men were just starting to cum onto my face. “Is that it Daddy? Where you laying here, watching your little girl getting fucked and jerking off? MMMM were you wondering what it would be like to fuck me Daddy?” I went into seduction. Hannah gasped. She wrapped her arms around me. Slid her hands down my back. Raked her fingernails across my back. And grabbed my ass. She pulled my ass so hard I felt my dick thrust so far into her I didn't know if it'd go farther. She gasped. "Oh fucking God. You are soooooo fucking hard. It's like as big as I've ever felt it," Hannah said.I laid on top of her, my dick inside her, and started kissing her. She gasped, moaned, and I pulled back gently. She was moving her hips, and I couldn't. She had commandeered his trousers, and refused to give them back until he nailed her one more time. Under NORMAL circumstances, he would have been more than happy to give her what she wanted. NOW, though, he had already unloaded inside her, one way or the other, 3 times. She had worn him out!"PLEASE, MEL!!! Have mercy on me. I want to fuck you as much as you WANT me to fuck you, but I'm gonna have to get some vitamins. HOLY COW!!! I'm PUSHING 45 years. At one time I could do it, but, NOT. I was shocked by their conversation. My mom was totally slutty. I didn’t know her this side. But now I was too aroused to bother and started enjoying this thing. My anger for them was long gone. In fact I was dying to see my mom’s wet cunt…I mean, chut. Ajay urged to take off her saree to have another fucking session. She suggested to do it with clothes on this time as it’s getting late. Ajay lifted her saree and petticoat & pulled her to the edge of table. From above I could see her bush and.