. damn ... but it was so good ... so very good! Even now, Monica’s breasts looked so lovely swaying in his face and above him while his daughter rod... him cowgirl-style. Her pussy felt so warm, so wet, so inviting as well. Oh ... my God ... he thought ... I’m fucking my own daughter!“Baby girl ... honey ... sweetie ... oh, fuck ... oh, God!” Bernard groaned as he felt his daughter’s hips moving so beautifully to take more of him inside her.He felt even more intense arousal once Monica put his. . Well I was over the limit. We started talking to each other which surprised me considering the time but we were both in a very public place Clapham Junction so I believed she felt safe enough and she seemed happy enough talking to me.So I decided to turn on the charm, which I did but I had too dig up some relics to have some fun with her. We sat in a park which is right next to the main road which was near her house and we kept on talking while sitting in the park and I was giving her. He's hung like a horse." Joan smirked and said, "Horse why don't you join us?" I went over the ground rules with Horse and he was fine with them. We sat around for a while making small talk. Edward was a gunnery mate. Bill was a radio operator. Horse was a boatswain, in charge of junior seaman. We had our drinks and I could sense Joan getting anxious. I spoke to our waiter and ordered some champagne for the room. I said to the three of them, "Let's go up to our room." I'm sure we made an odd. He was shorter than any other opponent I’d had to date.There was an oddity as we watched both fights; both of the opponents sprouted and inordinate number of cuts late in the fight. To my eye, it wasn’t like there was a huge amount of punches thrown that that would cause them. There was something about it that was nagging at me, but I just couldn’t put my finger on it. Obsessing over it wasn’t going to show any progress, so I just let it go.After watching the fights, I went home. The rest of.