His pounding was becoming very intense, much faster and much harder than before. I could hear him grunting, he was about to cum. His hands gripped tig...t on my waist, holding me in position so I didn’t fall forward. I tried to meet each of his poundings, but my body felt so weak from cumming for so long, I just had to let him take full control.He was beginning to grunt, I was aware his breathing was only a gasp. Then I felt a hand under my body, sliding along my stomach, over my pubic mound,. This was going further than I ever expected and there she was, just slowly jerking me off. "Then after you begged me, I'd slowly push inside you, taking it slow every step, giving you time to adjust." I said.She let go of my dick and laid on the bed with her body in the opposite direction of mine. She hiked up her nightie around her waist, keeping her top pulled down, then slowly spread her pussy lips, letting me see her virginity was indeed intact. Her pussy had a light brushing of red hair. Not now….”“Yes you do….Tell me…….” Peter kept insisting. “Ugh…God…..Peter….I told you not now…..Have to think about it…..”“That’s right…Keep working dat pussy for me…..Show Daddy what you want from him…”“Ugh…Fuck…..Good……Peter…I….Not now…OK….We’ll talk about it later….”“You love me don’t you….” Peter asked.“Peter….I…..Told you how I felt…about you….I love my husband….” She replied.“Oh…..Yeah….Keep moving it…That’s it baby… Nice and tight that way…Ugh…Yeah…”“Oh God Peter….Your driving me. It was a large table, like his father. Deana and Gloria were seated across from him and his mom, Candy was to his right, at the opposite end from his dad. His father, dug his fork into a mountain of baked zitti and everyone else started eating. That was the rule, don't start until everyone was seated. Unofficially, not until their dad started. One day he might ask why they didn't say grace anymore.He kicked Gloria under the table and motioned with his chin to her napkin. She quickly moved it to.