I did not understand but a powerful hand pushed me to my knees as my sweet Ana mounted the bench. I found myself instinctively guiding this huge black...piece to my wife’s waiting open and wet pussy lips. She was too wet as the ebony head parted her lips in an unusual way…I watched the length of his huge shaft disappear in my wife`s pussy. She clawed at anything she could grab and moaned as her eyes disappeared into the back of her head. He was slow in his invasion; inch by inch I watched my. Around her stood three women I was shaken to the core to recognise. One was a stocky, red haired nurse, whom I'd known as Nurse Foxley. The second was a very strange female doctor who had always dressed in black as a punk or goth type, whom I'd known as Dr Bradbury. She had short dyed hair that often changed colour, and a strange offhand way about her that always made me nervous. She was attractive, but in a strange way, with a sexiness that was hard and humourless. She clearly used to enjoy. "Yes daddy! yes! eat my pussy! eat my little teen pussy, and make me cum you naught boy!" she moaned on top of me.Her hands then rested on my stomach as she began to grind a little quicker, and for the next few minutes my stepdaughter rode my face getting wetter and more excited every minute."Oh yes daddy! Your tongue feels so good! so good deep in my little teen pussy!" she moaned loudly "I bet you love licking my smooth little pussy? I bet you love drinking my juices? Do you? do you?" she. That made the implied offer of her services especially kind. And terrifying for Pamela, who could not possibly know me or my inclinations. After all, it had been several years since I last visited their dungeon. I took a seat near the rear and off to the side where I had a good view of the room, but thought few eyes would fall on me. I wanted to be able to leave unobtrusively if needed. Cancer has the power to turn good memories bad, as it can everything else. Silently I thought of my lost.