Mrs. Jefferson would know exactly what was going . . . oh fuck. My daughter was sucking my cock. Did a mouth normally feel that hot? When had I crosse... the line? Why was she crossing it? “Oh fuck,” I gasped. I tried to put the coffee on the back of the toilet, without spilling it on my daughter’s back. Her lips made a wet sucking sound. I could feel the vibrations clear down to the roots of my cock. Jill smiled up at me with my cock in her mouth. I had paid for that cherry red. Albertson, her pussy milking the last drops of jizz out of my dick. “It's amazing.”Janice dumped all her sex toys on the couch beside us. Then she grabbed a purple bullet vibrator, holding it up before her. “Let's use this on her dick, Mom. I bet it'll make her cum so hard.”Her big tits jiggled and swayed as she bounced on her palms. Though she was a year older than me, nineteen, she suddenly seemed like a young teenybopper squealing in delight at the prospect of seeing her favorite boy band.Or. Thrusting into me he fucked my aching body so well that I could barely remember my name, I was no longer mind but pure cunt and sensation, powerful love filled me as he rammed his cock into me filling me to the tip and beyond. As he came deep inside me, hot jets spurting from him, I screamed in pleasure as my own cum mingled with his, we rode a tide of pleasure that was deep and profound, uniting us on a sensory plane of love and lust.As he pulled out of me, he murmured in my ear, “You are such. Will shook his head and pulled off, heading to the yard to get his truck and load. Ann got herself a doughnut and a cup of coffee, taking both over to a table near the back of the store/restaurant. About an hour later Will came strolling into the store, going over to get a pop and some cheese crackers. As he passed her he smiled at her and winked. Ann waited for him to pay, and then she followed him outside.“Excuse me, mister, but are you a long-haul trucker?” Ann askedStopping, he turned and.