John stood and pushed his stiff and dripping cock back into his pants as he said, "For tonight! Remember, were going to have an audience!"At nine o'cl...ck sharp the doorbell rang. Susan reluctantly reached for the doorknob according to her son's directions. She was completely naked, save for the skimpy red panties John had told her to wear. The thin triangle of translucent material didn't even begin to cover her pubic mound and tufts of thick, brown hair were visible along its edges. The tiny. The stranger is moaning and twitching and holding my husbands head between his hands, trying to drive his dick deeper into his mouth. Wow, my husband is taking that dick so deep into his throat, how is he doing that? I’m mesmerized watching him, slurping on that dick, stroking the shaft. It doesn’t take long until the stranger tightens up and moans louder, and I know he is on the verge of cumming. What will hubby do? We’ve talked about this so many times, will he actually swallow his cum? . Like me she'd had a basically happy childhood, the only blot being her brother Mark, and that only in the last decade. At one stage I reluctantly reminded her that today was a working day, at least for her.She giggled. "Oops! It just doesn't seem like a weekday. Still, this is more important and a lot more interesting. Besides, I have nothing urgent and being the boss' daughter should have some perks."We carried on talking for what I thought to be a short time but the sound of the mail arriving. I almost came in her, but I managed to pull out just before erupting all over both of us in stream after stream of hot sticky cum. I came so hard I was left breathless. Lizzy collapsed on me and we both lay there panting and covered in our combined juices. She was still twitching and mewling as I held her, stroking her hair and caressing her. Wow, is sex always this good? she asked eventually when shed calmed down a bit. Not always, I said, running my fingers along her shoulder. I think we are.