Within minutes, she pressed herself hard against my and let my cock enter her pussy. Her legs were straddled over mine and I was deep inside of her. A... we picked up the pace, Sheri started moaning and talking.“Yes, yes, that’s good,” she stammered.She moved her legs tighter together so her feet were between my legs on the chair. Her arms were bracing herself on the arms of the chair as I started fucking her harder.“Fuck, yes!” she yelled. “That’s it baby.”With each thrust, she was lifting her. "See Justin," she said turning back to look at me, "now if this Vikki Thompson saw something in you then others will too. Now will you forget about Julie Morris and all of those bitchy things she said?"I smiled and nodded.Suddenly dad turned his attention back to me. "I'll bet she's good looking too. You didn't tell us what she looked like Justin." He turned back to my mother and nudged her gently in the ribs. "She must be really pretty otherwise I don't think he'd be so keen to tell us about. I look up at you hesitating and then turn over but just lay there wondering what you are going to do, Your hand comes down hard on my ass. ‘smack’ ‘On your knees!’ you repeat more forcefully this time. Your voice scares and excites me at the same time. I do as you command slowly I feel the bed dip as you kneel behind me. your tongue touches me softly at first, licking each lip and then sucking first one and then the other. ‘You like that?’ you ask. I moan ‘yes.’ You reach up and touched my. I remained silent, my heart pounding in my chest. “Honey? Where are you?” He entered the bedroom. He turned toward the light, “Honey?” His voice was softer, as if not to startle me. I had moved to the door and shut it quickly. He spun around on his heel. His eyes popping wide. “Hon-” but my name caught in his throat. “I need you,” I whispered, my voice quivered with want. I could feel his eye roam over my form. It made me feel powerful, sexy…wanted. “It’s not right,” his voice hoarse in.