Even as he raced to dress, he shouted, “Beth, get the gun and get in the bathroom. Don’t come out until someone you know calls out to you.”Rathe... than argue, Beth scrambled out of the bed, naked and raced to the table with the gun. Grabbing the gun, she went into the bathroom. After closing and locking the door behind her, she sat on the toilet with the gun pointed at the door. Her hands shook in fear.Grabbing a shirt, he raced out the door in time to see a car spinning its tires as it slid. I used one hand to take off my t-shirt. When I got to the table, I bent over and placed the plate right in front of him. He put his newspaper down to the side and looked down at his steaming hot plate. "Wow, this looks spectacular, dear," he said. He then looked up to me, but stopped at my chest. He stared at my D-cups. "Alex?" "Yes, Daddy?" "What are you doing?" "I don't know what you're talking about." "Alexandria," he said in soft, yet demanding tone. He then looked into my eyes. I looked. But Dylan put up her hand to stop me. "Daddy! If I had told Amber to take you in her mouth, would you try to make an excuse? I don't think so. What if I was supposed to take Daddy Peter in my mouth? Would he complain? I'm not sure, but I don't think so." Neither Peter nor I could argue with this logic.Just as Peter had done for me, I leaned back on my side of the couch, allowing him full access to my hard cock. He moved forward reluctantly but resolutely. He leaned forward and looked up at me. I pulled her hips back, and made her arch her back. I popped my dick into her waiting pussy. I slid it deep into her tight molten pussy and then back. Pushing firm and deliberate on each stroke, I fucked my foxy cousin, making her release more pussy juice on each stroke. Noticing how wet her pussy felt to my dick, I put my hand under her pussy and felt drops of slick, velvety pussy juice dripping down.I churned her pussy for several minutes, which felt so good I thought I was going to shoot my.