I could still hear the party going on downstairs, the laughing and joking, as I thrust in out of my daughter’s teenage pussy. She was warm and wet a...d tighter than my wife. I was now over her, looking down into her pert young features, wanting to see pleasure in them but dreading she should open her eyes. I went faster, moving us both up the bed so I could get greater purchase, my knees digging into the mattress as I really went to work, pumping in and out of her, my rigid tool stroking. Ah, there ya are. I put on the shirt before going into the bathroom to fix my hair. I like to look good when I go out, so everything had to be perfect before I could leave. I gave myself one last look over before heading out the door. “Hey!” I heard as I unlocked my truck. “How’s it going?” I asked, trying not to sound too excited. “Oh, you know, probably going out tonight. What are you doing all dressed up?” she asked. I wasn’t sure if it were my imagination or if she had just checked me. Licking around every drop she could find upon her hand as she released them to go back to work once more. Sliding down across her naked body and under the shorts, back into the haven of her own sexual pleasure that awaited.As she slipped her fingers back down, spreading her dripping pussy lips apart and sending a finger within the folds of her womanhood, she released a soft moan as she closed her eyes and accepted this sexual ecstasy that was building up inside of her warm body. She used the. After the dinner there was a disco, and John went to the bar, where he was stood next to Sally. As he had already been made redundant, he thought he might as well be outspoken for once, and he had nothing to lose he might as well tell her what he thought of her. ‘You really are a right bitch, I bet you never had anyone tell you what you are, but I don’t care any more.’ There was a look on her face of shock, but also lust. Shock that someone would actually talk to her like that, but lust that.