Though it would be a plastic cock inside of her and not a real one though she didn't mind. She hadn't had a real cock inside of her yet though sometim...s she wished she had.Though if you wanted something done right daddy always said to do it yourself she thought as she ran her hands over her curvy little body. She jumped when she heard a knock at the door.“Come in.” Gwen smiled as she turned to see her mom Marilyn enter the room dressed in her sexy negligee and robe over it in case company came. ‘Good morning Mr. Sims,’ Heckle said. He was the male member of the duo. ‘Good morning, and its Deacon, I don’t stand much on formality,’ Peter said. ‘I’m afraid I do,’ the black man said smugly. ‘Then I suggest you go through Iva, if you need to talk to me. I really am serious formality gets in the way of what I do.’ Peter said. ‘I have one of those awful names given to kids by poor black mothers back in the eighties, but now it’s Marsha,’ the back woman less than ten years older than Peter,. The conversation waslight, Jackie seemed to forgotten what brought her here.She cleaned up for us and again we found ourselves onthe deck. The sun was down and the lights belowilluminated the city. The sky was clear and thetemperature dropped into the low seventies. I could seethat Jackie’s nipples were hard under the t-shirt. Herlegs were stretched out in front of her and slightlyparted. The result was that the t-shirt was high on herthighs. If I was in front of her looking on I am. “I know - obviously we are stud.” Linda said, her face colouring. “You in particular. Its just that...”“What do you mean?” I pressed her.“I think we could be doing more.”I looked down at Linda. My wife had a heated expression on her face and was obviously feeling horny. Treating Kara like a plaything was something that aroused her - was imagining further depravity to inflict upon our daughter affecting her this much already?“Well, I suppose we could always do more.” I said eventually. “Are you.