She tried to grab my hip and push me inside her. She even tried to fuck herself by humping her pussy on my dick. But at last, she gave up.Rajshree: Ab...i, I’m begging you to fuck me.Me: Beg me like a nasty bitch.Rajshree: Fuck me like a nasty bitch and destroy my pussy. Please fuck me. I can’t hold it anymore.This has made me so excited that I started fucking her again. I spread her legs wide and up in the air. And I was humping her hard with full force. My dick was going so deep inside her. ”“Do you think your daughter does it?”She squirmed, her hands clasped over her lap. “Probably. What does—”I raised my hand and gave her a comforting smile. “Who do you think she imagines when she's pleasuring herself.”The mother swallowed.“Her father?” I asked.She gave me this sharp look. A shudder rippled through her body. Then she nodded. “Maybe.”“Who do you think about?”Her cheeks went bright scarlet. “Movie stars, usually. Jason Momoa a lot. The Rock.”“How about your son?” I leaned forward.. The shower after that game had felt good, but nothing compared to the one I was taking now. The hot water rid my body of stench and drove the cold from my bones.What to wear? The clothes I'd removed were grimy. Even the sweatpants I'd worn for three days and two nights smelled fishy. I put them on along with one of the new shirts I found in Cynthia's closet, and went downstairs.Cynthia became alarmed when she saw my bare feet and three day beard. The scuffs, loose top and loose fitting pants. "What's gotten into you," Robbie giggled."Well, yesterday Mrs McGinty was wearing these black fishnet stockings..." I nudged her door open with my foot, carried her in, and deposited her on her bed."Mrs McGinty, huh?" Mrs McGinty, the cafeteria lady, was about sixty years old, weighed about three hundred pounds, and thankfully wore long skirts so that I'd never seen her legs."I woke up so horny, and since you said your dad was going to be gone all day..." You just thought you'd ride your bike.