That evening me and the FBI returned to Heather's old home and confronted her father. We explained very clearly that if he were to ever even attempt t... contact Heather without her permission he would find himself behind bars so fast even his shadow wouldn't be able to keep up. Then with the FBI standing right there, I hit the bastard with a full, roundhouse, haymaker knocking him flat on his ass, "That's for Heather, you sick bastard," I told him and then we left.Apparently Vicky had said. She was not convinced, I spoke to her long time, and finally we decided. I immediately took phone and booked a business hotel near jayanagar. The plan was, go to her hostel, pack bag, tell them Amy also going with her.By 6 she took the bag and came with me in auto, from her face I could make out that she is tensed. We went hotel, kept the luggage, and Amy was little relaxed after seeing the ambience of hotel. I told her “close eyes if you want, I am going to change shirt. My 6 pack may be. Steve wanted to go first, and Diane rolled over and raised her ass and shook it. “Oh yeah,” she said, “give this fucking slut a cock in her tight ass now! Use me like a whore.” Steve was back there and easing the head in in a flash, which Diane took no with problem, just a smile and a sigh. Rob and I were at the other end, and she would take one cock in her mouth, work it, and then change, while Steve fed more of his cock slowly in her ass, and as the length built up she started to grimace and. He didn’t listen to me. He moved his hands on my shoulders and quickly forced his hips forward. And in two pushes, his huge dick was finally all inside of my pussy. Once he got it all in his hard dick worked like a charm pumping in and out of me. And for all I know, I was fucking my own son.“Oh you feel so good little boy. I can’t believe I’m letting my own son fuck my pussy. Am I your first older woman, son?” I said.“No, I had some practice with my old friends’ mothers in their neighborhood.”.