I'm sure he was fucking her. Thinking about my wife being fucked by her brother caused my cock to harden again. Aunt Jane and I rolled over together w...th me on top. I started putting the head of my cock in her. She pulled her legs up allowing me to fully penetrate her pussy. I fucked her slow for awhile, then she wanted me to fuck her faster and hard. This bought the expected response of an orgasm for her. I yelled that I was cumming and emptied a load in her. I laid on top of her for awhile. This all changed a few when Mike Harris assumed the Directorship of sales and marketing.One of the first things he did was put out a memo redefining the dress code. The memo basically reiterated the firm's policy regarding the dress code for office staff, but went on to provide specific instructions regarding what was considered appropriate attire.Not much changed for male employees, just a little tightening of the rules. For instance: suit jackets could be relaxed but were to be worn at all. I see the cloth begin to darken from her tears, another outward expression of my control, her submission, our unity.I pull out and she gasps desperately for the air she was longing for. But, after only one breath, I enter her in with more force and even deeper while holding myself in her with no chance of drawing breath. I inhale deeply through my nose, then with a drawn-out moan, I exhale, teasing her with the sound of my breathing.I feel her body begin to slump, so I pull out and allow her. Daddy stared at her, and accidentally got water on her face, causing her to complain."Geez Daddy be more careful!"Daddy's face turned red as he apologized, teasing her as a diversion, "I wanted to make sure you were paying attention."Daddy vigorously rubbed shampoo into her hair, lathering it up thickly. He loved her long dark locks and missed the days when he was always the one to wash it, care for it, even braid it for her. Daddy rinsed it thoroughly, peeking at her breasts, shiny with.