He was so fucking bored. So unbelievably fucking bored. He had become empty. Devoid of emotion. The girl had been across the room from him. She’d be...n drunk or high, or maybe like him a little of both. He’d fucked her only because he felt he’d had to. Because she was there. Because it was what guys do. It was a reaction to the situation that was called for and nothing more. He’d gotten up from his chair. Taken her by the hand and told her he was going to fuck her. Not that he wanted to. Merely. The Mask only had to raise himself slightly at his knees to pump up into her hot throat. He didn't even need to keep a hand on her neck only occasionally tugging on her ponytail to angle her lips and mouth to give him greater pleasure."Ohhhh uggggh, yesssssss ah, ahhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh!"Stacey could hear the whirr of the power tool and Debs vibrating teeth chattered grunts. She kept her eyes closed slowly bobbing her head sucking on the dirty meat." Mmmmgg, mmgggg!" His cock tasted sweaty, the. She was having spasms during her unconscious time.She awoke and then a spasm hit her. "Oh, Bill, I am still coming. I love you so much."We rested until she noticed that I was still hard in her. She wiggled her ass around a bit and went to sleep. I didn't sleep much for a while, but I finally dropped off.After we finished with the haying and the fall garden, I asked if the girls would like to go see Verine's dad after the baby came. They both told me that they thought Papa would like to se his. Again and again he came, his white ejaculate splattered all over me, running off my tits and stomach, a little pool of it gathering in my navel. He was still hard. I kissed him, pressing my bare sticky breasts against his chest. “I want your cock in my pussy, Daddy - now,” I whispered. “Would you like to fuck your hot little daughter?” He didn’t say anything, just kept on kissing me, as I felt his hands fumble for the tie on my bikini pants. He found it and pulled on the bow. I felt them loosen.