“Oh yes deeper give me a deep tissue rub down.” My leverage was not great being positioned to his side so without thinking I swung my leg over h...s body and straddled him on the lounge chair. My package was resting on his lower back, I looked at it to see the oil and his sweat was being absorbed by my speedo. I poured more oil and moved my hands down his back to just above his briefs, as I did I positioned myself lower. My package was now digging into his ass. There was no hiding the fact. Their love had lasted since they had met when his mother was a twenty-two year old junior in the New York College of Business and his father had been a guest speaker for one of her classes. It had been love at first site for both of them, at least from their perspectives. The eight year difference had not phased them in the slightest, or even slowed them down. He still remembered stories from his uncle, Jake who is also his father’s best friend, about how the two of them caused scandals left. Dean groaned as he sank deeper and deeper into me. I squeezed around him. I gripped him with all the strength my pussy had. All those Kegels would pay off now. He bottomed out in me, his pubic hair rubbing at my cuntlips.I squeezed and kneaded Dusk's tits as my husband drew back his cock. Dean slid his shaft out of my snatch. I whimpered into my daughter's cunt. I swirled my tongue around in her incestuous depths, wanting to lick out every drop of my husband's cum I could. I hungered for it.I. I alternated between soft, tender caressing andfirmer, tougher massaging. His skin warmed to my touch. My fingers slidinto his cleft and slid out."Tease me," he had asked. I did because he said it would increase thepleasure of the moment.I took his cock in my left hand and slowly stroked it. It firmed upquickly. I thought him an idiot: his cock is looking down parallel tohis leg; it's got to be in a bending pain. With my right hand I slowlysqueezed and palmed his balls. Then I crept up to that.