Satisfied with her life of happy fucking at home, she really didn't want to see Ron. But it wasn't for herself.This weekend, when she thought about Ro..., it was not because she missed his cock. Her father's thick prick was plenty for her.But if her mother wanted to fuck Ron, Joy wanted to help her do it. After all, in fucking her own father, Joy was using her mother's husband's dick.Joy did think of one selfish reason she might fuck with Ron, though. She kept day-dreaming about getting her cunt,. ’ The jug went back into the fridge with a bit of force. ‘So, you’re using his full name? It must be something.’ ‘Yeah, he and I got to talking. He really likes his full name better.’ Jo eyed her. ‘Hmmm. Like you talked about that ambush you set up?’ ‘Joanne, don’t be like that. How was I supposed to know you hated him?’ ‘I don’t hate him. He hates me. So, you’re with Jerry now? What happened to Terrence?’ Jesse glanced inside her purse. ‘He and I are still together…’ ‘How can you be together. She said she came immediately; when pressed she said it was the fact that he was staring into her eyes that did it ... he fucked her hard, really hard, his balls slapping against the cheeks of her arse ... he came inside her, and as he pulled out she could feel his spunk dribbling out of her pussy and down into the crevice of her bum cheeks ... then another guy pushed her legs even further apart and fucked her ... another cock was waved in her face and she took it in her mouth ... that guy came. Brent was smiling, so that was good enough. Turning back to Emma, he licked her chin.“Who’s a good boy? Bruiser, Bruiser’s a good boy!” Emma said in her best baby-talk voice. “Does Daddy have a blanket of Bruiser’s he can get me?” she said. The question was directed at Brent, but she aimed it at Bruiser, keeping the same ‘goo-goo-gaa-gaa’ tone.“Yeah, sure!” Brent said. He dashed for his bedroom and returned immediately with a hand knitted blanket. It was only about three feet by three.