“Because he was frustrated, embarrassed and in pain, and I just wanted to help him.” Susan said.“Of course you did… he’s your son and he was...in agony, and giving him a hand job would relieve him,” Joni said, trying to help her daughter justify what she had done, but then she asked, “So why do think you let him finger you, and why did he cum in your mouth when a hand job would have been enough?”Susan could feel herself blushing, and then she said, “So I guess you heard that too.”“Yeah, you guys. ”I revel in Dad’s compliment. I moan with pleasure and pride that Dad chose me, taught me, continues to teach me to be his boy, Dad’s boy.Dad’s grip on my waist becomes stronger, tighter. Dad pulls me to him with his strong Daddy arms, faster and harder.”Dad’s gonna cum for you, boy,” Dad states. “Dad’s gonna breed that boy ass. You want my load, boy.”“Yes!” I gasp. “Yes, Dad, I want Dad’s load. Breed my ass, Dad; breed me!” I am almost shouting.Dad plunges deep into my hole, holding his. Alex wore black velvet four inch pumps which had the effect of grounding the flirty red dress. “The side zipper is unusual,” she commented. Kevin stood and held Alex, caressing her ass and kissing her cheek. “Let’s get our coats and head out. Frank texted. He should be pulling up any minute now.” He pushed her toward the bedroom. Kevin watched Alex fawned over the long jacket as she put it on and looked in the mirror. He saw it covered just a bit more leg than her short dress. Perfect.. My friend came back and sat down next to me and said-I see you me the boys.Feeling a little less nervous,I satred to watch the movie.It was my favorite,gangbangs.About six beers later, I found myself a little buzzed, and sensing this,John moved closer,and set his hand on my thigh.I let out a soft moan,which must have been loud enough for John to hear, because his hand moved up my thigh, over my belly and started to play with my breasts.With my eyeys closed-the thought raced through my mind-what.