After the cruise we went round to their home for dinner and drinks on occasion though saying grace wasn't usual as far as we were concerned, they had ...wo c***dren Brian and Rebecca who as far as we could ascertain wanted to leave home as soon as possible. After three years Doug and Beck got divorced and she moved to Melbourne so the problem of choosing friends didn't come up, just as well because we by far preferred Doug. After the divorce Doug bloomed and he always seemed to have a smile on. She'd lost count of the amount of times he'd tit fucked her and most of their fuck sessions ended with him blowing at least one wad over her jugs. "Bet you'd like to see . . . mmm, fuck . . . another woman . . . sucking on them?" she gasped."You know I would." Her father replied, gripping her ass tightly as he began to thrust into her."Another woman . . . with big fucking tits . . . you'd like that . . . wouldn't you, daddy?" Normally, Kayla said this just to turn her father on, but after. Oh, you feel just right. I want to lick it. Now I’ve never done this before, so be patient with me. Actually, I’ve never even seen one of these up close.’ ‘Wait a minute. You’ve got two kids. Were they Immaculate Conceptions? Did a bunch of angels fly in?’ ‘No, but we always had sex in the bedroom at night with the lights off, and I barely got to touch Jay’s cock. Is that the right word, cock?’ ‘Yes. If it’s big and hard it’s sometimes called a prick. Just don’t call it a penis. And I won’t. Apart from a little group of freckles on her left shoulder, her skin is flawless – unmarred by unsightly tattoos. Today's outfit showed off her long legs and clear skin wonderfully.By this time, she'd made it to the front of the line and I watched as she chatted cheerfully with the barista while he started filling her order. Her high tinkling laugh drifted to me across the noise of the cafe as they shared some unknown joke. I felt a moment of envy for the man serving her. I wanted to have those.