“Dad, no dad. Don’t put it in me. Please dad stop.”My hand struggled to grip his soaking penis as I attempted to press it tightly into my slit... My breathless cries for him to not rape me fell to his unconscious body. I brought my eyes up from my night clothes draped onto the floor to my father’s face. His cock squeezed into a halt between the tender inflamed lips inset beneath my ovaries.“No dad. Please, I’ll do anything, just don’t… Oooooooooooooooh!” I moaned as quietly as possible. She handed me the jar and said, "Put some on me and you."I applied some to her asshole and put some on my cock. I was now able to slip three fingers into her."Squeeze the head of your cock to make the blood leave the tip the try to get just the head in." Jennie instructed."How do you know these things?" I love the Internet." She giggled.I managed to get the head in her asshole and she tightened done on my cock."Ohhh." I moaned."Was that a good or bad moan." Jennie asked."The best!"I pressed. I had him stop just before I shot my load, and they kissed for a few minutes, while I watched. She had us sit next to one another on the sofa, and told us to stroke each other’s cocks while she watched. The wife pulled a chair in front of us, and she fingered her pussy while watching us stroke each other’s cock. After a while, she came and wedged herself in between us, and took our cocks into her hands, to do some stroking of her own. She didn’t let either of us cum.At one point, she excused. I stood to refill my glass and Joe said, “You’re not wearing panties, are you?”“When have you known me to wear them,” I said and laughed.“So, where is your husband tonight?” asked Joe as I sat next to him.“He's at the Smashing Pumpkins concert. He has backstage passes so he won't be home till after midnight.”Joe told Roman about how we used to party at Harry’s place in a hot tub after the gym. Roman said he’d heard about that from Harry and how he was involved with me. I told him about the.