I repeated, this time with more force. She shook her ass back and forth. Again and again I smacked her ass harder and harder. She would whimper and co... and look back at me wantonly. ‘Do you like that when I slap your ass you little whore?’ ‘Oh Daddy, I’m your little whore. You know I like it when you spank me hard!’ With that I dropped to my knees and pulled her skirt down all the way. I reached up and placed my hand over her pussy and started to move it up and down. She started to gyrate. " By the tenth, I was crying pathetically. Each time he hit me I screamed,and tried to count coherently. He continued without pausing, making sure everyarea of my ass and upper thighs were covered. When he finally got to thirtyfive, he switched hands, then slapped it down hard right on my pussy. It wastoo much. I fell over and sobbed. I rubbed my pussy, but that only made itworse. It did make me notice that my pussy was wet though. I hoped he didn'tsee. I didn't know how on earth such extreme. "I love you both so much. This will be such a special and happy day. It's sort of like the prodigal son returning. We will love her; we will make love to her; and we will reaffirm the love we have in this family." She laughed as she stroked my prong wet with Ellen's emissions. "Come on, get dressed and come join us. All sex and no ... well, I can't think of what should come next in that adage."Ellen and I dressed and joined the others out in the kitchen. Not an eyebrow went up about our long. She then asked her daughter to leave so that we could have some privacy. I reminded her that I had been promised pictures. Gretchen pulled me closer and whispered in my ear that she was a screamer and that she didn’t have a pillow to cover her face with. I just laughed and said out loud, “Hey honey your mom’s a screamer just like you.” My wife just laughed and her mother joined in too.As I undressed, my mother-in-law confessed to us that I would be the third man that she would have had sex.