Tearing at my shorts she quickly dispatched them where her panties had landed. I sat back on the porch steps with a raging boner pointing straight to ...he heavens. Marge hovered over me then quickly and savagely impaled herself on my throbbing cock. She was utterly relentless, smacking down hard on my cock, grinding my balls on the wooden surface. Sweat was streaming down her face and she was breathing hard.‘Oh fuck!’ she screamed ‘I’m so turned on, baby, Momma wants your. “Like that love?” “Yess!” I groaned pushing back against his hand. “I think you like the idea of you fucking Amyelia don’t you?” I hesitated a beat, and then caught myself. Was I so sexually turned on that I missed his intent? Was he asking me to fuck our baby girl? God his fingers were wiggling like snakes inside me and my brain was sending pleasure waves to my entire body. Our, my baby girl. God was I so perverted to imagine sex with her? But we were just playing. Toying. Having some kinky. I think Gary must have been about 42 years old when this happened.He said that he was going to close the changing rooms and I had better hurry if I wanted a shower. I sprinted off stripped off and completely alone enjoyed a nice hot shower. As yo do and I had often paid special attention to my cut cock and balls with the enevitable result that I enjoyed a big erection and was just debating whether to cum or save it when Gary put his head around the corner and I later found out that he must have. I got out of the rental and walked by maybe 2 units and found his. I walked up the short brick walk and pressed the buzzer.She opened the door.I've never been so surprised in my life. She was such a pretty girl, simply dressed, a modest maize colored blouse tucked neatly into her jeans. Her jeans were simple and crisp and very very blue. She wore no makeup that I could see nor jewelry. Her hair was a lustrous brown, cut so it made a lively cup for her pretty face. I prefer women's hair to be.