I was a little out of practice, but even on my best day, he would have beat me handily. He smiled the whole time, and complimented me when I made a go...d shot, or dove for a return. Now I was ready to cordially hate him. We met for the traditional beverage afterwards – winner buys. I had a beer, while Markus ordered a fruit juice. He was a vegetarian, but not a fanatic. To my surprise, he turned out to be a nice guy. He came from a Swedish family, still had a strong accent, skied in the winter,. She has such beautiful eyes. I think my cock got a little harder and bigger because my daughter let out a little yelp.I watched as Alexis moved close to Heather's face and started to kiss her gently. My little girl was french kissing Alexis in my bed as I fucked her from behind. They were swirling their tongues together, my little girl moaning as they kissed.I whispered into my daughter's ear "Get on your knees baby."They broke the kiss "yes daddy"I threw off the covers and mounted my lovergirl. "Bitch!" Dolph gasped when her finger sent a hot shiver through his ass to his balls. "You keep doing that and I'm gonna come."Gloria had seen enough. As exciting as it was to watch the fucking couple, she was too eager to confront her groaning, fucking husband. "What's wrong, Dolph, not getting enough pussy at home?" she asked as she walked toward the bed. Her voice was surprisingly calm.Dolph's body froze in mid-stroke. He whipped his head around and his mouth fell open when he saw his naked. .. may the best man win.”“Really?” I asked.“No talking ... more fighting,” Daddy said.“Charles!” momma exclaimed.“Shut up, Vera.”“But...”“Not another word, Vera. These two honyacks have been going at it in the backseat and I’m sick of it! Let them kill one another. I’m getting the shovel so as to bury the loser.”There were a lot of Germans in our neighborhood and a few Poles. The Germans called the Poles honyackers ... stupid ignorant factory workers without the sense to farm and make a profit..