" Miranda stretched her arms up. Turning around, she grinned at her Daddy. "You know what Daddy? You were absolutely right. My cunt does stretch wide ...pen. Oh, and Daddy, I can't wait to fuck Marcus either. But tonight I just want you to fuck me again. And again! And again! Do you think you can do that Daddy? Can you fuck your little girls brains out tonight?"Fifteen minutes later Miranda had her Daddys cock buried to the hilt again. He was on his back. She was on top, riding him like a brahma. "Andy, on the other hand...." , the voice in her head said. "Andy is trouble." the voice continued with a hint of glee.She sighed as she started climbing the stairs. "He is still mine. I can manage him." she said to the annoying voice."Manage him." it mocked her. "You can't even talk to him." "I have my ways. You'll see. I still have my ways to deal with my son." she retorted as she grabbed the door knob and opened the door. Andy was laying in her bed, his head propped up on his right hand as. We pulled apart and he started up the truck. I put my hand on his thigh. I couldn't wait to jump his bones. We made small talk for a little while, until we got onto the turnpike. As soon as we got on the turnpike I made quick work of his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and had his zipper down as fast as I could. I reached into the front of his boxers and pulled out his hardening cock. I spread myself out on the seat mostly laying down, making myself comfortable. Licking my lips as I gazed at his. I have been sneaking moments to sniff your stolen knickers all afternoon, so I quickly realise with a growing thrill what the strangely alluring perfume must be. I tentatively reach for the pillow and flip it over before resting my head on it. Your scent is strong and it takes my breath away. I quickly turn the gasp into a yawn, telling my wife that I’m too tired to read. Flicking off the light I lie in darkness with my eyes wide open breathing in your intoxicating scent as my cock gets hard to.