After he got off the phone he looked at me and said "Cindy, what kind of game are you playing with me? I've been around the block a couple of times, I...know when I'm being fucked with" I gave him an innocent look and said, "I don't know what you mean Jim" He said "cut the shit, I'm on to you. I'm your father's friend, how would your dad feel if he found out that I fucked his daughter. "Well" I said, "it would be our secret. He won't be home for a week, and I'm not going to tell him" I reached. She was licking his asshole and jacking him and he was just staying hard. She finally laid down on her back and spread her huge bush (this was the early 80’s so big bushes were in vogue) and they started fucking. She said that she could barely even speak he was fucking her so hard. When she would try and say “Fuck me” she said that it was barely audible. She was biting her lip and closing her eyes. They would change positions and then he would start pounding her again. It was her first. We,d become friends when I joined a local fishing club Phil belonged to and still went out with now and then, also took part in their well planned social events. One evening Sarah my wifr now of over fifty years sadly now suffering from dementia, Phil and I had been viewing a rare old hardcore video tape and had grown very horny, Sarah surprising me a bit after excusing herself to put on something cooler then returned shortly very cool indeed with Nothing on but a pair of slippers. She rubbed. I closed the door, walked over and went to sit, when he told me no. He looked me up and down, and ran his tongue over his lips. “I’m very glad you’ve made this decision for your family Betty. And I’m sure if you’re father knew he would be just as happy.” I shuddered. “Now, I want you to take off everything except your shoes and jewelry Betty.”I slid down my skirt, took off my shirt, and began to cry as I removed my bra. Mr. Thompson sat there, unmoved, gesturing to continue. I slid down my.