"I have a fabulous shower in my room. The water pressure is fabulous, that is, if you don't mind me joining you."#8 grabs my hand and looks into deepl... into my eyes. I lean in to kiss her, and she reciprocates. I open the door to my bedroom, revealing the suite. I click a lamp on. It is now dark out, and the light casts matte shadows across the room. I turn the light on in the bathroom, look at myself in the mirror, and turn the shower on high, steaming the room up. I examine my bruised,. Your own whore of a mother is your filthy slut. You can fuck me any time you want…do anything to me! Just jerk off on my pussy, please? Please shoot your hot cum on your mammas pussy? I was so close it only took about five strokes before I erupted. As soon as the first thick white rope landed on her clit and lips, she gushed again. My cum was flying out and covering her pussy and hand, and her juice was shooting up onto my cock, my hand, even soaking my balls. It was a mess like Id never seen. Now, I'm not so sure.Over the next few days I seemed to accidentally see Tammy in some stage of undress on an almost daily basis. Once as she walked past my open bedroom door the corner of her towel fell revealing her lovely nakedness underneath.I glanced away immediately but not before having the sight of her full, soft breasts and tender pink nipples seared into my memory.Two days later it was Tammy who walked in on me in the bathroom just as I was finishing up my shower. "Hey, Dad," she said. At the touch of her lips, he could feel himself rising again, and tried to fight it. She could feel his head poke her in the small of her stomach and she smiled to herself. She hadn’t lost him. Not yet anyway. She looked up in his eyes and reached for the towel. She pulled it off his hips and it dropped to the floor. His cock sprung out, rigid and full from behind the curtain.She slowly bent down on her knees and looked at his magnificent cock. It was ready, the veins pulsing and his balls hung.