I had eggs on the counter and was going to fry them. I was trying to ignore Kelly and was doing well until I picked up a wooden spoon and Kelly said, ...��Fine, have it your way! Your daughter is one hell of a fuck and I am glad we did it and I hope I get to fuck her again tonight!” I whipped around and pointed the spoon at her and she knew she had stepped waaaay over the line. Kelly is beautiful and I had seen her on top of my daughter. She had huge, DD tits, a slim waist and deep dark eyes. Her. I ran my hand over her sagging ass and she froze on the spot, silent. I placed another hand on her stomach while I continued running my hand up and down her ass through the thin cotton material of the long dress she was wearing. I leaned in and started to kiss the wrinkled skin of her neck and her breath drew in sharply. Gathering handfuls of material I lifted her dress to expose her thick legs up to show the huge nylon panties that she wore. I hooked my thumbs into the waist band and pulled. She answered the door in a bikini. I had on shorts and a T-shirt. We didn’t waste any time on chit-chat. I kissed her full on the lips. I took off my shirt, held her close, and kissed her again. Oh, those tits felt good against my chest. She invited me to sit down. She put on some seductive music. I don’t know who, but it was romantic, possibly middle-eastern. She started doing a strip tease for me. The bikini top went off first. She then straddled me. Now those tits, unencumbered by a bikini. He looked older and she looked younger. If he was old for his years it was in no small part because he had skipped his senior year of high school and been packed off to college at fifteen by less than doting parents. He was in fact weeks away from receiving his bachelors just prior to his nineteenth birthday. She was just one of those women who had the genes, bone structure and carriage of a younger woman and he assumed it would serve her well in maturity. She was in graduate school, doctoral.