I didn’t mind too much because my hubby-daddy was one over-sexed dude and I had to make an effort to keep him happy and not running around looking f...r side pussy to take off the edge.I was Mrs. Dave Stiles now and most folks thought differently of me because I was officially “settled down”. The girls at the monthly dance down at the cow palace didn’t mind if I was a bit of a bitch at the laundromat or in Jenkins place catching a slice of gossip. I wasn’t competition anymore and that was a. R, I focused back on the topless beauty in my lap and added, “Because these Moms would most likely bring their kid to practices, what harm was there in having a few eye-pleasing Moms, uh, GLMs sitting in the stands for an hour or two of practice or at their kids’ games?”“Still, Michael,” Lynette huffed, using my full name to further indicate her displeasure at what I and a few local Little League coaches in Tuscaloosa, Alabama did in the late 1990s and early 2000s.Mrs. R quickly spun around. Meanwhile, my prick bounced around her thighs. I kissed my way up her throat and plunged my tongue into her mouth. She clamped her lips shut, driving me out. I was not to be denied the main event. I spread her thighs to accept me, positioned my cock between her fat labia and lunged my hips forward.Felice screamed. "Dadddyyyyyy!"Her outcry was a shock. I'd essentially raped my daughter. Why? I could have made her first time memorable by doing it softly, gently. And then it hit me. The clock was. Maggie was really liking the sensation of his fingers on her tits. She told the doctor how much she had enjoyed sex with Richard and that she hadn't known it was wrong to do that. They had been fucking for some months and they had been doing it two or three times a week but Richard had wanted to do it more which is why he had tried to get in her bedroom that night.The doctor informed her that there was nothing wrong with having sex, that was what boys and girls were supposed to do as that was.