They all came together, trying to keep the volume down as they gasped and groaned their way through their climaxes. Ten or even twenty seconds passed ...n ecstasy.“Wow!!” breathed Sophie when she could talk again, “that was so cool!” The others grinned back as her.Effie subsided onto Kim’s body and they all lay recovering for a minute.Sophie had a thought. “Kim?” she had to ask: “So how was my dad – Richard – fucking you?”“He fucks my pussy,” said Kim, “once I put my balls inside.”“WHAT?” Effie. I never thought of being with her sexually until watching this. Then things changed. Her husband left her. A lot of guys trying to get with her. I hear noise and I sneak to the bedroom door. I see her naked 44 d with big dark circles bouncing on her exs dick. He's telling her you want to get fucked bitch. She's moaning yes and humping and they both cum. I scoot back to bed, hard. It got better. We shared a bed and I remember her taking my arm off her. Then going to the kitchen in her silk gown. She feels the tension coil low in her belly, her legs moving restlessly on the soft grass. “Please don’t,” she begs.Her fingers close over him, exploring him. He groans against her. The rumble of his voice against her skin sends jolts of ecstasy to her trembling thighs. She feels him harden impossibly in her hand and a shiver races through her at the thought of it sliding up into her tight pussy. Her body is alive with sensation. She pants, arching beneath him. Her breasts are flushed with. He wore a white had with a black band. His belly was full as ever. He had a happy smile on his face. The dream of steering a live-in boat through the French backcountry had been his dream for a long time.Sandy stood next to him with her blond hair. She wore jeans and Bordeaux tourist t-shirt. She held onto her pink suit case. Tara, her best friend, had joined them. She had black hair. Sandy and Tara had been friends for so long that they started to have the same looks on their faces and body.