The perfect start to my first paid modeling gig. With another quavering sigh, she reached up and rapped the door with her knuckles. The door wa... massive, thick mahogany; it went well with the equally massive Tudor mansion, the vast house she was standing in front of. The wood was cold; it hurt her fingers to knock. In frustration, she started pounding with the heel of her palm. When the door opened suddenly, she stepped back, surprised. The man in the door was tall, at. Slipping my now throbbing cock into her soaking wet hairy hole, i thrust as deep as i could into her. My balls wereswinging back and forth slapping as i rammed my stiff rod deep into her innards.The shower was sloshing over us as i pounded into Sheila, she was pushing back to meet my relentless banging. I reached around her belly and playfully jiggled her big bouncy tits up and down flicking her now swollen nipples with my fingertips. Sheila softly groaned and pushed back even harder forcing me. "These are going to be the best two weeks of your life." Dad excused himself to start making dinner. Megan stayed behind to quiz me. "What was going on in here? Were you guys already going at it?" "Not so much." I told her about Dad's reluctance and how I melted it away. "He was just warming up when you barged in." "It's just as well," she replied, rubbing her hands together with anticipation. "It's fun to tease him first anyway. Should we stick with the shower plan tonight, or wait till we get. He thinks he'll hurt the baby if we fuck, so the only sex we have is when I give him a blo... Oh God!.”It didn't take me more than a second to get the hint. Her sentence was cut short when my tongue slid upward, across the top of her slit.She let the shorts fall completely to the floor and slid one foot outward, about two feet, allowing full access to her sweetness... and she was so, fucking, sweet.“Oh my God, yes,” she squealed, “please eat me, please fuck me. Please, please.. Oh, fuck, that.