Me jab uski boor ku chua to garm pani pani ho gaya tha land ko thoda su ghisa to wo chat patane lagi chut ne ki koshish ki to me usko ur jor jor se us...a juwan choos ne laga usko kamar se halka uthaya position bana ya andhera me uski bur me land ragad ne laga to ek esa jaga jaha muje laga ki wahi se pani nikal raha hai so me wahi lund tika k jor ka jhatka layaya wo etni jor se uchli ki mat pucho me jor su uski niche wala hoth chos lia or jor jor se kis karne laga wo chatpata rahi thi mere land. .. Entitled to my wife?" Why not your wife? Why not your business? I helped get it off the ground; it was there for the taking. I simply took it that's all. Your wife has always looked down her nose at me. I never was good enough for her... or you. Well, I showed the bitch how good I was; she squealed like a pig once I loosened her inhibitions a bit by getting her drunk. I showed her that she was just another cunt for me to fuck.I did you a service by loosening her up a bit. I'm sure she's not. No, I shouldn’t-My erection raged in satisfaction. It’s throbbing heat finally resting against the bare flesh of my daughter’s creamy inner thighs.“It ’s, um okay hun,” I replied.Oh no! Oh YES! I thought at the same time as my steel-like shaft, with a mind of its own aligned perfectly between Kara’s labia. Trapped between the thin fabric of my daughter’s jammy bottoms and my own bunched up p-jays. I could feel her delicate delicious warmth, and instead of getting off my lap, she wriggled around. And the question of where the event would take place was settled when they agreed that our home would be best. Very nice, I thought. Would they be fucking her on our bed or on the living room floor?We had now been married for less than 3 months.While I would have preferred to keep it out of our home, if it was going to happen, our apartment seemed to be the safest and most convenient place. And Maryanne wanted me to be there for the party, as she and Don were now calling it, so I could make.