Then she turned around and much to my surprise, she had the biggest most hairy bush I had ever seen. Light brown hair was every where, and it was long... That was almost a deal breaker. I always imagined and neat, well trimmed bush like my girlfriend has. But then I saw pink! I could see her lips, her pussy was wet and open and ready for me. I will never forget the way she smelled. She climbed back on the bed and mounted me, lowering herself down ever so slow. Her pussy was tight and felt. I kept that up for a while and I'd let the shower rinse her off and I'd lick and bite her spending time fucking her with my tongue. I loved that, especially when I could get her to cum. Tonight she wanted exactly that and it took about 30 minutes to get her to the point of cumming and I pulled her clit into my mouth very hard, wrapped my lips around my teeth, clamped down and sucked it until she screamed. God I loved that. She grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me into her until I. This had the effect of spreading apart Scott's buttocks and revealing his asshole. To a gay man that little hole is the prize, the jewel, and Jerome, despite my standing right next to him, couldn't help staring at Scott's pink exposed butthole. I knew that vivid, enticing hole very well, having had spent much time tonguing it and probing its tight, warm, humid depths with my eager fingers and my collection of toys. "Like that, Jerome?" I asked but then smiled sexily, knowing I was referring to. 'I'm sorry', he stammered, 'your were never meant to be exposed to that sort of stuff', he continued, our daughter shrugged it off, 'That was the seventies, you would thing women would know how to suck one now', and as I turned she was rubbing her foot against his leg as she stared into his face, sort of challenging him, it was then I sensed she was seeing her father as something else, she was needy and completely ignoring me, as if I was the past and she was the future, so I excused myself and.