God daddy, Im feeling so randy right now and Ruth wont play as shes insisting I get ready but now that Im all done except far the last few touches of ...akeup, why dont you give me an early present whilst Im still a young maiden. She stressed the term young maiden and we all laughed as I dont remember Louise ever being a maiden as she and daddy were lovers long before I joined in with them. Moving across to her dressing table stool she leant across it and looking over her shoulder she whined at. From the get go Carla was distant and grew more so through my recovery. Charlie came to visit most days and helped out around the house with the shopping, But spent more time with Carla then me. My only companion was my daughter Lisa I raised her while my wife worked. I loved my daughter but was aware that I was often short with her and expected her to be more of a 'grown up' (if that makes any sense) And so an 11 month recovery went by, my back fully healed but scarred, my leg mostly healed. The one in my mouth had to set the tempo as I was basically pinned down but with my head at the angle it was it was easier to accommodate him. In and out, over and over. With one hand I was able to message his balls and the bottom underside of his cock. The one on my chest was fucking my breasts and really enjoying it from my view limited as it was. The one between my legs, was sucking and licking my pussy and clit while finger fucking my pussy. The one off to the side was. She closed her eyes as she settled in. “Mmmmmm oooooohh,” she murmured as she smiled and felt the warmth of the water surround her desirous needs come to the surface. “Oh Lord, Darrell,” she went on to say. “If only you were here. If only we were together. If only, mmmmmm, we were together in here I’d let you,” but then she shut up. She listened and thought she might have heard her husband walk in. No, he hadn’t come home. He shouldn’t be home. No, he wasn’t there. She was sure of it. So she.