“You dad is seeing someone?” I asked. “Yes, some woman named Riley,” Scott replied, “And you? You didn’t marry again?” “No,” I repli...d. After a cup of coffee with me, Scott left to meet the photographer that he was going to assist. He came back a little late in the evening. I was watching T.V, but turned it off when Scott came in. He told me that he had to start working from today that’s why he got late. I served him dinner, and sat in front of him. He enjoyed the dinner and the view of my. Rooted to the spot. I looked at him and he looked back at me with his mouth open. I didn’t know what to say or do. This was a great scene, but I hadn’t made it happen. The women were apparently on auto-pilot. Was this just a natural inclination taking over? Nether of them had ever initiated anything while in a trance before. They had always just stayed put wherever they were until ordered to do something. I was perplexed. But also hugely enjoying what they were doing to each other. They were. Each stroke into her pushed her forward.Her mouth was open and her jaw was set with the pleasure she was experiencing. She was tossing her head left and right. My arse and thigh muscles were clenched, focusing all their energy into my hard cock. My balls were taut with sexual tension.I couldn't see clearly anymore. I knew we were still fucking by the tremendous feeling between my legs and the sounds of hot flesh slapping against each other. I was peaking. I knew that any moment I would blow my. I felt so weak in his strong hands, from time to time he would stop, his cock balls deep, he would let me feel his cock hard and hot in my gut and belly and I would move my body trying to make it fuck me, my hand grabbing his head and neck from behind me and he would lick my ear and say “Who’s your daddy, me or ram?”. Feeling his cock pulsing dick inside me and my ass breathing and sucking on it hard i would answer “Your my daddy now Perrelli, your cock is stronger and harder, you own my ass.