Own Father?”“And I must tell you right now Ben; He was your father also.”I was still gaping at her!“And I have to say you look very much like ...im. You see, dad wasn’t your natural father. You were sired by my father; Richard Banks; who was forcing me to have sex with him ... when I was sixteen.”She paused to give it a chance to sink in.“You mean Richard Banks was both your father and mine!”“Yes Ben. It was Richard; my own father who got me pregnant when I was a teenager. Yet I had already met a. Laurel left the house and went exploring, she had a wonderful time in the park watching the people stroll by, she listened to the vendors hawking their wares, the fruit sellers and flowers sellers calling out what they had for sale. Turning the corner Laurel stopped seeing some fiddlers coming down the street, with a smile on her face she said hello saying she had heard about London's street musicians. One of the men leered at her "for the likes of you try Vauxhall, even if yea got a voice that. ‘Oh, Erica, I’m so close, you feel so good, really tight, oh, UUH, UUH, UH, UH, mmm, oh, oh,’ as my cum rocketed into her and I jammed deep into her, almost losing my balance. ‘Mmm, nice and warm, oh, your cum feels good. Now let’s get me off, it’s been a long flight and I’m ready for bed soon,’ she moaned as I continued fucking her. Before long, with me fucking her and Lynn rubbing her clit and kissing her, she did have a really strong orgasm, just shuddering and quaking as she was taken up by. The first beams of sunlight streamed through the window, and right up between my wife's well shaped legs. It gave me a good look at her freshly fucked pussy, that was hovering just inches above my face. I could almost see right up her gaping hole, if her pussy lips wouldn't have been so puffed up from the ponding they had just gotten. It looked amazing. What a mess this kid had made of her married pussy.Just then a drop of juice dripped right on my upper lip. With a little nervousness, I did.