I looked into her frightened eyes and, justfor the hell of it gave her another deep demanding kiss. I released her. "You can tidy yourself up before G...llian comes home," I said to thefrightened blonde. Fasten your bra and pull your skirt down but don't putany panties on. When Gillian comes in, invite me for breakfast with youboth tomorrow. I want to see Gillian before she goes to school. You and Iare going to spend the day together tomorrow and you are to wear yoursexiest, shortest low-cut. Of course we knew each other at the office and Beth and I often joined the boss at lunch. He seemed to love her completely and never looked at me like I might cuckold him. I mean Beth is certainly beautiful, but my wife I think is just as beautiful and look at me, a skinny little man nearing middle age. That Devi chose me to be her husband surprised the hell out of me. No way did I think I was in her league let alone Beth's. But whatever happened, he decided to blame me for his wife stabbing. “Oh, god! Yes, Daddy!” She cries. Her hands running through his hair. I can see my husband’s big dick wobbling up and down as he kneels over the My daughter. Hard and still glistening with her saliva. It looks hungry. Ravenous for teen pussy. Rebecca wraps her legs around him and cries as he shoves his pussy wrecker inside her tight peach. “Ooh! She feels so good. Not like your saggy meat flaps. You old whore.” My husband taunts me with a grin. Rebecca looks like she has a small orgasm right. Unthinkable! It pushed this strange tale from the aether into the real, where my own parent became a prime actor in this twisted play."As father became older he became more imaginative - our nights just as busy as they have always been. My daughter and I became lovers. Do you find that despicable David?"The pause told me she was waiting for an answer, her hand pausing at pawing my hair. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out.After the lengthy silence she again took up the reigns, "Or.