Kevin almost melted on the spot. Her eyes were killers.Soon their breakfast was cooked and Kevin found himself sitting with Francesca chatting, eating...breakfast, getting to know one another. It was an intimate domestic scene, despite the reality that they were two people who barely knew each other.By the time Steve wondered down in his bathrobe, still looking half-asleep, Kevin and Francesca had already cleaned up their plates."Oh, isn't this cozy!" Steve observed, sounding half-jealous. I slid off my bed, stood in front of her and pushed her on to her back. She moaned and writhed as she settled in to the tie. I took the third rope and bound it tight above her right knee with another slip knot. I pinned her right knee to the mattress and tied the rope around the opposite bed post that her left leg was tied to. I stood over her, watched as she rocked back and forth, straining against my rope, getting wetter with each movement she made. Her pussy spread, glistening and slick. He put my hand on his cock. It was so hard I couldn’t imagine how he kept it in his pants. He made me stroke it. “I’m going to put this inside,” he said. “It’s okay, Naina, you can do this for your Papa.” He shifted and pulled my pants down. We were both fully naked on the bed. I allowed him because he was my Papa, and I didn’t want him to feel pain or loneliness anymore. Especially at my expense. He rubbed his hard cock against my pussy and I got scared and shivered a little. “It’s okay,” he. As he slowly at first slid in and out of her, she locked her legs behind him as the movement of his hard prick inside her brought on another orgasm.Emily was in sexual heaven as the man who said that she needed to be made love to was making love to her. Trevor had had a few sexual partners since his divorce and had always prided himself on giving the woman pleasure and he was certainly giving this one lots of it.Their lovemaking seemed to have been going for hours before Trevor could hold back.