Dad pushes his thick cock fully into my ass. Dad holds his cock there, deep in his boy’s ass, allowing me to savor the feel of such a wonderful Dad....Slowly, Dad pumps my hole with long even strokes. He finds that sweet spot.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. I don't think she was acting, which was very cool.Without being asked I got up on all fours again and turned my ass to the edge of the bed where she was standing. She said: "That's not the surprise I had in mind, but I can oblige you." After a moment's pause, during which she put some lubricant on the dried off tip of the dildo, she placed the head to the dildo against my anus and slid in. I was still opened and lubricated so it felt great. I did not realize that she was carefully only. " But ... but I would get to sleep with him all the time if I was his wife, wouldn't I?" asked the troubled girl close to tears, "He would send all these women away, or at least not sleep with them?" I will be honest with you," said Amelia, "It is only fair to say that I slept with the Emir's father only once after our son was born, and that was in almost four years until his death." Oh," said Pauline in a small empty voice."Please don't reject him out of hand. Sleep with the Emir tonight and. He wasn't charged but that was enough for me. Twice is too much. Once I had started divorce proceedings he sent me emails and texts accusing me of being 'a wrinkled old bag'. The emails didn't help his lawyer. Tonight everyone else's happiness reminded me of all the hurtful things Greg had said."I hugged Lynn again."Can you help me out of this gown?" she asked. I blinked at the sudden change of subject. She smiled at me, the sort of smile we used to share."The back laces up. I did it myself but.