I take it that it is a family tradition. Kinda of like a family that owns and runs a store and passes it down from generation to generation. I suppose...you could put it that way, she said. It certainly worked with me, the only man I was ever with before my husband was my dad. He took care of my needs, and mom never minded, she even watched us several times. Let me think about it for a few days.A week later I called her and asked her to marry me. She said yes. A month later we were married,. "I could already smell the sweet scent of her pussy. She grabbed her clothes from the floor and we headed to my truck (her still butt naked). I could hear my friends yelling encouragement behind us.I pushed the old v8 to the max while massaging Sara's little pussy getting it so wet it leaked on the seat. "Fuck it," I thought, "I'll clean it later (the seat that is)."Upon our arrival at my house we rushed in, barely getting the door closed behind us. Sara was hanging onto me, licking my chest. When I finish up here I don't guess it will really kill me to run over and drop in on the party. Who knows, a couple of drinks in Diane to loosen her up and I might even get lucky when we get home.I hadn't really expected to have a good time without David being here with me, but so far I was having fun. It sure didn't hurt that I was one of only two unescorted females at the party. There were seven single guys constantly keeping me out on the dance floor and keeping my glass full. I was. Her own orgasm was denied, her folds aching with swollen, unsatisfied lust."Lydia," Victor said.She uttered a small gasp, and her head jerked up, tossing some of her recalcitrant hair aside. Her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open.Victor stood before her as a demon, broad of chest and shoulder, flaming red skin taut with iron-hard muscle. His body was wrapped in rough leather, the piece covering his crotch just barely containing an ungodly long and thick cock.He lifted a taloned hand and.