I knew, though, that later on would come the need to provide pies just the way Momma made them and I hoped it wouldn't be too hard for me."Come on, so...," Dad said, taking me aside, "The boys are waiting for their pies. You'd better get ready to make them just like Mom."Well, what else could I do? I went into Mom's closet and took out some lingerie. I needed to make myself look as hot and desirable as she did if I wanted Dad to fill my "pussy" with as much creamy juice as my brothers could eat.. As I read the texts and imagine your voice, I slowly become sexually stimulated. I slide my fingers between my legs. My arousal is more evident than I imagined. I place the tip of my middle finger on my clit and gently rub it. I am so sexually saturated that I know I won’t last long, but I slow the pace and tease myself slowly wishing it was your fingers, your tongue doing the pleasing. “God what I would do for one night with you,” I declare in my thoughts as my finger circles my throbbing. And oneday he would just abandon me.So Dirk and I hatched a plan, to get in first. To give Will exactly whathe wanted, but not in the way he expected it.Firstly, even though I was disgusted and revolted by this man I had tocontinue to pretend I was oblivious and that our marriage was not asham. We continued to share the bed and even engage in coitus. I didn'twant to, but even Dirk told me I had to continue to do so to make itappear we hadn't discovered the truth.Will continued to give the. A stream of juice hit my lips and ran down my chin as she cried out and convulsed around my fingers.She pulled my face away from her sex and brought me up to her mouth, kissing me franticly, passionately. She placed her cheek against mine, breathing heavily, reaching between us and firmly grasping my cock."Stand up." She said, breathily.I stood before her and she slid off of the couch, kneeling in front of me and our eyes met. She rose up on her knees and, grasping my ass with both hands, slid.