It was despicable of me, but it became a bit of a ritual. Every time Sally had a shower, I started watching her. Every time, my cock became erect at t...e sight of my daughter’s wonderful body and every time I had a wank. So far, I had not dared to switch the bedroom camera on, but I knew, deep down that that moment was coming.It was Tuesday, and I was experiencing one of those lonely nights, the ones where you feel as randy as fuck. I was horny and I looked at the laptop sitting in darkness a. What I do know of ya,” he sighs again. “Damn, I really do like. Plus, you’re like one of the hardest working women I know.” Opening my eyes now, I look right at him. I feel proud of myself and I want to jump into his arms and hug him tightly, to kiss him all over. I control the urge and let his words sink in. ~ I told him I needed time to think about it. I didn’t want to rush into something and ruin my career, which is far too important to me. I took the weekend and thought about all the. Then he would go as deep as he could and lean all his weight on me, grinding his swollen cock inside of me. And while I sounded like the bitch in heat that I am, he was totally silent. He let his cock do all his talking.He must have been a heavy precummer because my cunt was turning into a gooey mess. It felt soooo good! He was churning it into butter! And the man had stamina. He was like the Energizer bunny: he kept going, and going, and going. I especially loved when he was pulling completely. She had no problem filling my ass with that strap on if I recall. Was my asshole not good enough! Fuck her! My wife says no it was not her. Someone just liked the constant pounding in and out up your asshole that appealed to her. I tell her just so it wasn't that one, I hate her and can't believe I got fucked up the ass by her, not to mention she liked it. She probably felt all powerful and almighty stuffing that strapon up me. She probably needs to get a good ass fucking.I tell my wife there.