However, on this day since he was drunk he shifted himself to a spare bed in another room.Everything was going fine until at about 11 PM at night when...I heard some sound. I thought perhaps some thief had entered our house. So I quietly crept to catch and crawled in the verandah. When I peeped through the window of my father’s room I was thunderstruck. My father was lying in bed in deep sleep. Farheen was standing near the bed, looking a little tensed and unable to decide something going on in. He pulled his hand awayfrom my mouth and rubbed it over my right breast. He could feel my hard nipple andknew I wanted to continue. He then started to thrust very slowly. Pulling almost all the way out and then back intome again. There was still pain at first, but it was soon replaced with pleasure. His thrusts was slow and gentle, each time it would hurt less. And the more I wanted him tocontinue. His cock started to go faster as I softly moaned for him. His cock felt so good inside of. Soon he raised himself on the tips of his toes and poured his cum in her. Even with his cock planted deep inside her, it poured out and flowed to the floor. It sounded like pissing in a metal pail. When he was spent, she crawled down and off of him. Walking over to me, she smiled. She bent over right in my face. I could see her wide open hole, full of cum still flowing. She chuckled, and got back in her chair. Becky came running in. She made a thorough check of her cunt, washed her and checked. Our wedding was a lavish affair mainly funded by her devoted parents and held in the grand Church of the Holy Angels which provided all the pomp and majesty of the Catholic faith that meant so much to her. My thoughts when I saw her coming up the aisle resplendent in her white wedding gown were less than reverent and all I could see in my fevered mind was beneath the layers of tulle and lace was a fur trimmed pussy that later that day I would be pushing my cock into.Irene performed her role of.