Her fingers shifted down to brush across the silky black fabric over one of those telling points. “I suppose your prick is hard.”“Uh, yes.” ...o point in trying to deny it.“Take it out,” she said, looking me in the eye. “Go ahead. I know you want to.”She waited while I pulled it out. She saw my dick and smiled the way you’d smile when seeing an adorable little kitten. It was humiliating, but I was helpless to do anything about it.“Don’t be shy, Oscar. Go ahead and stroke it. There you. As she dropped his trousers a large erect penis appeared. She looked up at him and smiled. Before she knew it those big red lips were sucking his dick while he was moaning. It was just what she needed. After a few minutes she popped her head up and grinned. She said "Should we take this to my bedroom?" in which John promptly obliged. As they finally got to the bedroom John threw off his clothes and hopped right into bed. Sarah grabbed a lighter and lit some candles to set the mood. Although. I guess he didn’t want her to cum soon.He just took her to the edge. And I could see how badly my mom needed him inside her. She was out of breath but she said, “Ab aur intezaar nhi hota. Chodo mujhe” (I can’t wait anymore. Fuck Me!).My dad slid on top of her. Her thong was pulled to the side and my dad thrust his cock slowly inside her. She let out a loud moan which was understandable because that cock would stretch any pussy.He kept going in slowly, making my mom feel every inch of his cock. I truly don’t want to piss him off. I suppose technically I’m not sorry about the right thing, then. I conveniently leave this out of the conversation and smile brightly. ‘Well, it’s definitely you at least.’ He smiles again, showing off white, even fangs. I shiver and whimper as he begins unbuttoning my shirt. He smiles, that same predatory smile again, and kisses me slowly. I moan at the taste of him, my fear temporarily removed, and squeak in protest when he pulls away. He undoes the clasp.