It took me a minute or two to muster up enough balls to move, but soon I was slithering down the hallway to the stairs, pausing occasionally after hea...ing more unusually loud bursts of noise from below. Upon reaching the top of the stairwell, a revelation: sitting pristine at the bottom of the stairs, framed in the moonlight that filtered in from the wide-open front door, was my television. The noisy intruder had yet to haul off his booty. At this point, I had to make a decision. Which instinct. They both started ripping at each other’s clothes. Lindsay got Kams’ shirt off first and pushed it down his shoulders. She kissed his neck and collar bone, feeling his muscles contract under her fingers. He pulled her shirt over her head and kissed her chest above her bra. He reached down and pulled her jeans off, they also pulled her underwear off as he did because they were so tight. He moved in between her legs and got his first look at her pussy. It was hairless, and God, so beautiful. “Do. We went to cuddle on the couch. I hurt in a lot of places, but I didn’t care as long as Paul was holding me. I was on the inside of the couch, and Paul was on the outside, almost on top of me, like he was protecting me. He held me and rocked me, told me I was a good girl, and as I was falling asleep, I told him that I loved him. I woke up slowly, I’m not sure how much later. We were still in the same position, but Paul’s hand had moved; his hand was between my legs, outside of my panties,. I moan with pleasure, the pleasure that Dad bestows upon me.“You’re a good boy. Dad loves fucking his boy,” Dad breathes. “Such a tight little ass, boy.”I moan with pleasure at the compliment and Dad’s cock fucking my ass. Dad knows me better than anyone, and knows that it is my goal to please him.Dad wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer still. Dad’s pumping becomes more aggressive, faster, but not hurried. Dad fucks his dick into my ass harder, now, bottoming out with each.