But he was just a mail boy."I was just thinking aloud," Ethan exclaimed defensively. "I think thatthe coin somehow granted that wish..." He flicked at...his skirt, thinkingof that he was wearing underneath it. "Just in a really literal way..." Oh shit," Nicole gasped, staring at the coin again. There was a woman'sface on the one side, and a picture of a demon on the other. There wassome sort of writing around the edge on the side with the demon, but sheonly glanced at it, not bothering to read. His cock felt enormous. Dad pushed in the whole way and then he held his rod in place. My muscles had my Dad's cock in a tight grip. I couldn't let on. I wanted my Daddy to fuck me hard.That is what happened. Dad drove his dick into my crazed pussy over and over. I was having one orgasm after another. Dad did lower his face and he found my hard nipples. He chewed on each one. I had to bring a hand to my mouth to stop screaming. I have no idea how long we did it there in the dark. I felt my. Brad knew the least cluttered route in so I let him drive. We ate our burgers and fries and drank our drinks as we drove and our small talk carefully avoided the obvious as we found our way to the condo. Since we kept stuff at the unit we had traveled light and were soon in the third floor condo and standing on the balcony watching the late day bathers enjoy the mild wave action.Brad was still making a lot of small talk but when I sneaked another look at his crotch I could see that he still was. My beloved teddy bear of a husband returned with a heaping plate of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, corn, and a crescent roll. He fell into his favorite recliner, and focused all of his attention on me.As I nibbled on the chicken, I asked him to give me the rundown on his workday. It wasn't bad, but it was a long way from being great. I never envisioned myself married to an investment broker. I just assumed they were all stuffy and boring. Not my guy! We had more fun bantering back and forth.