Stepping into the house, familiar sights and smells enveloped me. Dad and I moved toward the hallway leading to the back bedrooms. The dark panelling ...f this area of the house annoyed me as usual. Why the fascination with making the place feel more confining than it actually was? I wondered.“We still haven’t lightened thing up through here,” said Dad, as if reading my mind.“Yeah, I noticed. It’ll take an act of Congress to get you guys to renovate the place and bring it out of the ‘70s,” I shot. The same day she also wear some sexy dresses and show that to him.the next day also the play wrestling but after end of wrestling she ask him to sleep with her.she told to remove his shirt .they slept very closely and she touch his cock several times when he sleeping.the next day before she go to bath she ask him to wrestle again.they done it but she stopped in middle and told him that she got some pain in her back.she ask him to give some massage for that.he accepted.she told him to wait in. But they kept spreading, and spreading and suddenly reality ate through her fogged brain.She screamed. "Rick, no. No you can't fuck me."Rick released his support of her ass. With nothing holding her up and with her legs too weak to support her she slipped down the massive shaft taking the eight-inch cock into her saturated depths."Ohhhh, Ohh my god. Ricky, oh god you're so big. Ohh you shouldn't be putting your cock in me, I'm you mother." Terri's fall was stopped by Rick's legs. She was firmly. Walking back to the pool she saw that his eyes never left the black triangle that was between her legs. She cursed herself for not putting on a robe while she was in the house. She had been whining about things not being fair where she was concerned and look at what she was doing to this poor eighteen-year-old k**. She could have asked him to turn away while she put her bikini back on, she could have put a robe on in the house, but no, here she was waving her pussy in the poor k**'s face. Talk.