Michael’s wife, Helen, was unconventionally attractive – quite masculine in her manner and looks, short blond hair and very forthright in her opin...ons. I liked her. In the office we rarely chatted about women, wives and girlfriends, though I occasionally regaled him with tales of my latest escapades and conquests. He knew I had a preference for short-blonde haired women, as did he – he once told me that the carpet didn’t necessarily always match the drapes, which I found amusing, but that Helen. " I nodded my head toward a chair, and she sat down. "I need to look these over a few minutes."She sat down, looking puzzled and a little pouty at not being told what was going on, and I began to examine her course work. The courses were American Literature (a survey) and Ancient History; fortunately, I knew quite a bit about both. She was failing both courses, but neither one too badly; it would not take too much to bring her grades up to passing ones.She apparently had one paper and the final. Jack was stunned. He couldn’t believe that his dad was fucking his 12 year old sister. Thoughts raced through his head. Did mom know? Did she join in? Did she want to fuck Jack? Why hasn’t she? Jack crept up to the door making sure he stayed hidden. It was slightly ajar, and as he peered ever so slowly round he could make out the hulking frame of his father, 6’ 2” and 200lbs, pounding his hard cock that looked like a baseball bat to Jack, into his sister’s pussy. The foot of the bed, on which. Pumping like no tomorrow, wiping sweat off his brow by swinging his head swiftly, his body tells him it can't go on, but ignores the tiredness until he proves he can last until sunrise. Her mouth was so inviting, he wanted to go on but he was caught up in the idea of smearing her lips with hot jizz. A losing battle can't be without the victor taunting at the fallen “Let me taste your yummy cum sir! Plaster this dirty whore with your seed master!” with a grunt and a sad stroke to finish on her.