Keith worked himself in behind her and she and Jim stopped their fucking so that he could ease his cock into her ass. Keith started slowly fucking her...ass, feeling Jim's cock on the other side of the thin walls of her body rubbing against his shaft as he stroked in and out. They gradually worked into a rhythm of one cock sliding in as the other slid out. That resulted in a rhythmic moaning from Shelley as the boys continued their fucking motions. Keith reached under her and grabbed her flopping. He usually says something like, "Good girl. Now let's begin." Daddy is six feet tall, and raised up as high as I am, my breasts are about exactly at his eye level. I often wonder if that's what he had in mind when he designed the pedestal. He stands so his face is very close to my breasts and begins to minutely examine them, kneading them with his hands and pinching the nipples. The attention turns up the volume on the tingling in my secret spot and I know I'm already very wet. I know he'll. I started slowly sucking his cock. He was not one of those guys who try to ram it streight down your throat he was enjoying me slowly licking and sucking him. He sat on the edge of the bed and opend his legs giving me access to his balls which I like to suck. I then started bobbing my head up and down a bit quicker and he was enjoying me worshipping his big dick. He asked If I was ready for him to fuck me, and I certainly was. He got me to lay on my back with a cushion under my butt and tied. " I took the cigarette away from her and stubbed it out when I held her again there were tears in her eyes."I don't want to fuck you mum, because I want to make love to you, I want to be stone cold sober as well as you when we do it."I slipped a hand round to her breasts and cupped one in the palm of my hand,"I want to feel every inch of me against you, inside you, I want to be in full control of my senses, I want to know that it's me you want and not a booze induced thrill that'll make us both.