Dont you fret now, sweetness. My ghostly pecker makes all the purtee girls cream! Youll be howlin like a bitch-wolf at the moon. Im about to get marri...d, Belle fretted. I cant be doin this. My finger slid into her cleavage, pushing her dress and the cup of her strapless bra down, exposing a conical tit topped by a pink nipple. Her cheeks flushed as my finger circled her pink eraser, then I rolled the nub between my fingers. Stop, please! I sucked that nipple into my mouth and she gasped, a low,. She had always had the feeling that she wanted someone close to do it, and didn’t realize at the time that it was her Daddy (or big brother as she thought of me then). A couple of weeks after this discussion, Gracie came home from a girl’s night out and stopped by our bedroom door. Fran and I were just lying talking at the time and invited Gracie to come in and join the conversation. She slipped off her shoes and climbed on the bed, wriggling her way in between us. She bent over and kissed. She then stood and told him to undress her. Which he carefully did, caressing her body in the process. It was only then that she kissed him for the first time. She was the one completely in control, but it was a deep and long kiss, so she had to have been satisfied with his performance so far. The wife leaned back on the bed and told him to kneel between her legs and show him how he had improved with his fingering since the first time. We could see him tremble as he began. He kept asking. They kissed passionately, mouths wide open, tongues out. Tracy sucked on my husbands lip, then his tongue, then pushed her tongue into his mouth so he could do the same. He put her ankles on his shoulders and started really driving his cock into her, his balls slapping her ass. He was close to coming. Tracy sensed this too.“I want to ride you before you cum.” My husband sat back up on the couch, and Tracy climbed on his lap facing him, grabbing is cock and lowering herself down. She started.