I mean that I loved him like a woman loves a man. I’d had Dad to myself for almost 9 years, and I cooked for him, did his laundry, and had becom... his companion, his friend. So we didn’t have the usual relationship that most fathers and daughters had. Ours was special. Any way as ran down the stairs to my Father’s study, I could feel myself getting, the tingling in my pussy making me stop at the bottom of the stairs and run my fingers across my pussy lips. No time to play with. Happy. Not that short term high, but the deep feeling of happiness.I laughed out loud. I just couldn't help it. Here I was, owned by a werewolf, knowing he would use me for breeding, but I was happy.“Uh?” Shooting me a questioning glance he took his hand away. I shook my head. “Nothing.” I was content with just lying here, savouring this feeling and hoping to store it away for rainy days. He touched me again, his fingers brushed my neck.His hand moved on, the fingers brushed my collarbone,. My balls tightened and I gave no warning to Pam as the first spurt of cum blasted out of my cock. She caught most of it in her hand as her stroke was at my tip and then out of reflex she stroked me again and slicked my creamy cum across my cock.The lubrication increased my pleasure and the next spurt was more powerful and I watched as that rope of pearly white cum shoot out of my cock and hit Pam’s face. She jumped back and let go of my cock before the third spurt left my cock. My cock sprung. He stops me with his free hand. He pushes me gently back to my reclined position on the bed, reaches down and takes some of my wetness from my pussy, and uses it as lube to slowly stroke his cock. The sounds of my porn and the sight of Jon are almost too much. I feel myself getting close as I slowly circle my hard clit. My eyes roll back and I listen to Jon’s breathing and the audio of the porn in the background. The two women in the video are humping each other’s thighs with such passion and.