The flowers in the garden were a mix of many different types. All carefully blended to make a delicate carpet of color that gave off the most tantal...zing aroma that you can imagine. The woman worked in her garden with all the pride, skill, and love of a master craftsman. And that's exactly what she was. "Your garden is lovely," I said. She smiled and asked "What brings you to my humble home so far in the woods?" "I have come to meet my sweetheart to watch the sunset. But now that I am. " Oh," I squeak. I was close to my dad, really close, but not close enough to describe the sex life of my parents. I knew they had sex every two days; their moans and screams were loud at night."Anyway, we're talking a seperation. For now." What kind of sex problems?" I press."Well, she thinks I'm cheating on her." Dad shrugs."Are you?" No!" he looks offended. He placed his hand on my thigh, which is normally a fatherly gesture, but suddenly my pussy felt wet again. It was wrong, I knew it was,. “Damn. You guys so aren’t going to believe the video someone sent me. It is smoking hot. It as a girl pulling a train, bent over the altar, and drinking communion wine. I swear it looks exactly like the big church near the high school and I’m pretty sure I recognize that ass and her face is sort of familiar, but I just can’t quite place her. Any of you want to help me out trying to figure out who she is? I want to see if we can hook up so I can tell you if my dick will fit all the way up inside. It was strange though at first and for a moment I did ask myself what the hell was I doing but that soon went when I felt the first feel of stiff cock press up against my well stretched and lubricated hole, so warm and lovely. James grunted again telling me I was perfection and how nice I felt there ass he started to gradually work it into me, telling me to say to help him as he grasped my buttocks for a firm plantation.I gritted my teeth and waited for the hurt, his cock started to thrust and.