Grunt! …. “ She would say. Debra was forcing my fingers into her big wet pussy, using my hand of which she now had control of.: pushing and grind...ng it into that big tight naughty pussy , I could see her ass cheeks wiggling in the mirror behind us, opening and closing her ass! She was doing it so hard that “Faarrrrrrr…...” A fart escaped her ass but not once did it break her concentration as she strained, poked and grunted and grind her hips, covering my fingers in her hot sticky pussy. Even the limpness of my grasp was enough for daddy to feel I was holding him, and feeling his warm semen shoot onto my stomach, and pour down onto my naked crotch, in the darkness of my bedroom, there was a strangeness in our bonding that brought us closer than ever before, so much so, that he slid into my bed, under the sheets and we embraced each other with a warmth.Daddy was drunk, he had been all day as people came and went to celebrate my birthday, each brought a new toast to me and by the. I was in heaven!I worked my way back to the top of his shaft, then, let my mouth openand I slid my lips slowly over his head, letting them come to restbehind it. I could feel his head touching the roof of my mouth as Imassaged its underside a little with my tongue. I slid a little downhis shaft, then back again to the head. This time I sucked in, holdinghim more firmly in my mouth. I released my grip on his shaft and movedmy hand down to hold his balls, gently, whilst sliding my mouth down. She kept refilling my glass and as time went on I realised I was quite drunk. My Aunt was sitting right next to me and kept stroking my hair and pecking me on the cheek, she had always been affectionate but this was somehow different. Her hand would occasionally squeeze my thigh and I did notice her hands were moving higher up my leg each time. My Aunt asked me if I trusted her and I said I did. I thought about this and said of course I did, why not? I'd known her all my life. She then asked me.