That I even feel like my mom. He tells me more about the two of them. How they really loved each other. But, his lifestyle and hers just didn’t mesh... He knew she was pregnant, but she didn’t want him to feel obligated. She said she had another. She wanted to marry him. My dad.”Lisa sat quiet, then continued.“I wanted him to make love to me. We did. He was very gentle. He sang a lullaby as I rocked on him. It was so sweet. He was warm inside me. I cried as I came.”Lisa sighed and squeezed Ron. I used to insert my hand into her leggings and panty and finger her. That moment was damn good as it was exciting to finger her in an open place. We also used the public lift (no cameras) to kiss each other and suck her boobs sometimes.I always waited to taste the wet pussy. I always fantasized about ripping her clothes in public areas and fucking her naked to the wall. Once Nithya went to her hometown for a festival. At the end of the holiday period, I went to get her back to college.We. I felt his tongue driving my asshole wild and then felt the warm lube he was sliding in and out of me with his fingers. He started by running his cock up and down my ass and I could hardly take it anymore. He slapped my ass and told me he was ready to fuck me. "Are you ready for a good hard fuck?" he asked."Oh yes," I said. Please fuck me."I felt him grab my hips and begin to work his cock slowly into my ass. I felt every inch and heard him moan in delight when he was all the way in. He told me. And I've witnessed a few cases of the latter category:I remember the times that dad was away on business, and I pleasured myself as mom begged for the relief relif only hard cocks can provide. Yes, I said cocks, plural.The hottest incident was when I awoke to the sound of male grunting and womanly moans. I slipped out of bed, my young cunt getting wet in anticipation of what I was going to see. When I exited my bedroom and walked to the edge of the living room, peering in, I was not.