She was so horny and loose, she emptied her bladder, running down my face, neck and chest. My turn. Bedroom I demanded. The bed was a mess. Laying on ...er back, legs up I sampled her holes. I gave her another cigarette and lit it for her. Deep inhales and blueish clouds surrounded my head as I cleaned her asshole, not missing a drop. 2 fingers, then 3, then my hand slid in like entering a warm, wet mitten. My fist fit in her ass like it was meant to be there. Each time my hand came out, I gave. She started to ride my dick fast, moving her ass up and down her tits moving up and down right in my face. I started to grab them and lick them, sucking on her nipples. How the fuck was this happening? What was I doing letting my daughter fuck me? It was so much better than I ever fantasied about. My fantasied never let me go this far and it was more than I thought I’d ever experience. I felt lucky the days I saw her tits through the crack of her bedroom and I’d jerk off about it in the shower. Her words to me earlier about being my personal “fuckmeat” were confirmed every time she bucked her hips in response to me. Yeah, Emily was definitely mine, no matter who she married. That much was plain. Everything that she did demonstrated that I could have her whenever I wanted her.“Damn, woman, you’re not kidding around here, are you?” I reacted as I rammed Emily harder on each stroke, even pulling her lovely brown hair.“Never ... I’m ... your ... slut ... forever! Always ... fucking .... I don’t know what’s worse, Avery thought, nibbling at a piece of garlic bread. Having to go out to a fancy restaurant with them, or having them come here. At least the food was relatively simple. He and Vivian had gotten spaghetti and all the ingredients needed to make sauce with sausage and meatballs in it. And the garlic bread. Vivian had also insisted on making a salad, because her father needed to eat something healthy. Avery was still trying to figure out how anything slathered in blue.