And yet amazingly exciting and a whole newexperience for me. Whatever it was that was taking control of my sensestold me to savor the moment regardles... of how wrong it seemed to be. DidI harbour some hidden shoe or foot fetish? What was causing me to getturned on by my daughter's shoes and socks like this? Or was it due tothe events of this evening and odd coincidence of finding these things inhere on such an evening? Whatever it was, I was beyond worrying about it.As I gazed down at the sock I. ”“What about him? Just him?”“You know how much he wants to,” she said.“Does he ask when you've alone together?”“Every time.”"Really?" Yes, really." Doesn't it bother you?"“Why should it bother me? I like it; the attention, that is. There's nothing else going on. Carol is gorgeous, and yet he's got this thing about me. Carol was always the one to get the best looking lad."“But, if you had the opportunity... would you?”“I’d never betray you, Paul.”“So, when was the last time he said he’d like to. After my initial voracious assault, we settled into a slow and mutually satisfying session of 69. I took my clues from Phil and altered my usual techniques. I was not out to bring Phil to a quick orgasm; I wanted to tease him as he had teased me. Finally, I could stand it no longer and began to work seriously at making Phil cum, but he did not want to cum in my mouth. He stopped me and moved back down my body to concentrate on my pleasure. He assaulted me with his hands and tongue and built my. She looked down between her legs and smiled at the throbbing fat cock just under her dripping hot pussy. She grabbed the shaft and guided the swollen mushroom head into her wetness, closing her eyes and groaning as her pussy gobbled up all seven inches of my pulsing erection. She rested her hands on my chest as she looked at me, her eyes blazing with lust. She began fucking me deep and wet and hard, faster and faster. “I want to cum again, Bill!” her tone was commanding. “Oh shit, let me cum.