Our sex was an intoxicating juxtaposition of raw fucking, still half- clothed and taking my woman over the armrest of a couch, and gentle lovemaking, ...eveling in the little details of each other's bodies and feeling the soft caresses.With my hands on her tits, Marissa moaned and grinded out one orgasm before she decided to take charge of the situation. She reached down to pull me out, and re-aimed my cock herself into her other hole. Did I mention Marissa really got off on anal sex?I was. “It is so weird but so erotic” he said. I had to agree. There wasn’t much point in denying it. “How many times did you cum?” he asked. I told him maybe twice. Of course I lied. It was probably more like 5 or 6 times.For the next couple of nights the subject came up again. Daniel seemed fixated on it and he even brought up videos and insisted we watch them together. The sex afterward was frantic. I had a feeling he was as turned on as I was. I guess it was inevitable that he would suggest we. “Very few prisoners; ask me that question in a couple days,” I replied.The plane was parked and the injured being unloaded. I went to each one of my men and talked to them and their family.A convoy was formed and off they went to AAGH. The doctor had already made all the arrangements with the hospital for x-rays, MRIs and other treatment. He had spent a lot of time on the phone getting things set up on the way home.I sent Jenny home to relieve Lisa from baby sitting and the other four girls to. It helps him relax, but when he returns to the living room and sees Abby laying on her stomach, perfect ass on display, he sighs. If his dick is hard all day it’s going to start hurting. His balls are already full again, like they’re producing more sperm just looking at his daughter, as if his reproductive organs are aching to impregnate her.He does his best to dismiss that thought. It’s difficult. He knows she’s still horny since he refused to help her orgasm in the kitchen, seeing the wetness.