You start to pull on my nipples. I arch my back. You rub the head of your dick up and down my slit. You slam your dick into my tight young pussy. And ...ound the fuck out of me.“Ohhhh God,” I moan out.You demand I get on all fours. Then you grab my hips and slam into me hard. You move your left hand to my hair and pull it, while sliding your right hand to my ass to slap my ass and few more times. Before moving your right hand to my clit. I start to shake again screaming out, “OH MY GOD! YES!. I couldn't do any of that without having to give Stan some explanation about where the money came from and there was no way I could do that. Since Stan travelled a lot and I didn't I handled all of the expenses and I was able to put fifteen thousand a year towards things and explain it as my yearly bonus. Mom and I were working on an idea that we were going to try and pull on daddy and Stan. We would take a 'girls weekend' in Vegas and come home with a bundle that we won. The plan had a lot of. Surprisingly, the thought of her dad watching made her hornier than ever. She thrust it deep inside her twat while massaging her clit. The pace continued to increase until she decided to reenact her favorite sex position. She propped herself on her hands and knees and eased the dildo back in from behind. She loved the feeling of being penetrated from behind. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a bulge forming in her father's pants. He was beginning to look guilty and uncomfortable, but. When I told him what just happened he laughed. Pointing to my knitting he said, ‘Maybe you were listening to the right station after all.’ Moving behind me, my stud cupped my chin so that I was looking up at him. This was my signal to open my mouth. I obeyed. He released a drop of spit into my ready mouth. I swallowed it greedily. I always love taking any of his fluids into my body. Any part of my Arab master can enter me at will. I felt loving warmth as Michaels fingers played with my tits..