She moved across to the stereo and selected a jazz CD before turning to me and indicating to the sofa.“Sit down while I get us something” she was ...lready moving towards the door “Coffee? Scotch?”“Both would be nice, thank you” I replied“Well the Scotch is in the small cabinet, pour us both one and I will make some coffee. Back soon.”She disappeared out of the door while I went over to fix the drinks. I found a bottle of expensive malt whisky and poured a moderate measure into two small cut. She shuddered beneath me as Daddy’s shaft slid into her. He went deeper and deeper into her, filling her.“Yes,” I whimpered, my body trembling. I pressed my small titties into my friend’s belly as Daddy penetrated her fully. “Love her, Daddy.”“I am,” he groaned.My tongue flicked out and lapped at my friend’s clit, fluttering right above my father’s cock. I squirmed on top of my friend, grinding my pussy on her face. She licked through my folds as she moaned out in delight.Daddy’s hips drew. That barrier had guarded her inner treasures for over seventeen years. She hugged me tightly and said, "I’m yours. Go ahead." I took several shallow strokes in the entrance of Mit’s virgin pussy. She continued to produce more than enough lubricant to ease my passage. Then, hugging her tightly and kissing her tenderly, I pulled my cock back until only the head remained inside her unexplored love tunnel. With one swift thrust, I pushed my cock past her hymen and into her depths. With that. He has some news about Joyce."I was speechless as I shook hands with the agent."Have a seat and relax, Geoff. I think Mr. Hildebrand is going to help clear up a lot of the mystery about Joyce's actions." Mr. Nelson, I understand you have been in the process of seeking a divorce from your wife, Joyce Alana Nelson, formerly Fielding. Is that correct?" No ... not exactly. She had filed for divorce from me." Yes ... that's right ... my error. To make a long story short, we are investigating your.