She gripped the monstrous thing and tried to pull it free. Her eyes widened in the dark. The thing was attached. “Is that real?” She whispered. �...Is that your ... dick?” She pressed her finger into the veiny, spongy flesh.“Yeah.” Patrick felt the cold metal of her wedding ring on his dick. It contrasted with the warmth of her hand. “Let go.” Patrick’s chest was scrunched against her boobs, her right hand holding the back of his pajamas tightly.“Ever had one of these?” Sally moved her hand slowly. We were happy doing teenage things together even after I turned twenty.Now she was seventeen, full of heartbreak, and I was trying to put a smile back into her eyes.Cursing quietly to myself, I wiggled out of my damp jeans and plaid button down shirt and snuggled in beside my sister. She turned sleepily, brushing thick red locks from her eyes to look at me.‘Maggie? Is everything all right?’‘Yeah, Mars. It’s all good. Are you having a good sleep?’She sighed, shaking her head. ‘I guess. I love. She licked her lips and beaconed me over with the hand that was touching her perfectly hard nipples. I moved into the room towards her mouth. She smiled, "oh, daddy you naughty man. Perving on your dirty daughter like this, I want to taste your cock daddy as you didn't give me the hard rod when I got here" I smiled and pulled down my bottoms. My 9 inches stood to attention in front of her. "Daddy I can't do it like this I need to be on top of you. Oh and daddy my pussy needs a cleaning too. After a moment Ann turned her back to Alex, pulled the sheet over her body, and tried to understand what had happened. She was still shaking. She had never talked or acted that way ever!Downstairs, Craig was in turmoil. As soon as Alex went upstairs, Craig had pulled out his cock and stroked himself to orgasm in record time. After only a short rest, he was hard again and as he played with himself, he strained to listen for sounds coming from their bedroom. His imagination was running wild as he.