“Are you ok, dad?” “Um… I’m just trying to get used to this position. It’s somewhat unusual, isn’t it?” Ava pauses for a few moments, ...hen replies: “Yeah, I guess. It really helps my arms though. I’m surprised. For the first time in almost a week I'm feeling pain relief. Can you believe that?” I can’t help but doubt what Ava’s saying. Is she really feeling pain relief? Or is that just an excuse for ending up in this sexual position with me? I’m playing along: “I’m really happy for you. I can’t. His enormous member found my vaginal lips and gently separated them as we climaxed together. We drifted off to sleep together with my right nipple lost between his lips and our arms locked around one another.I did hear some shuffling later, during the night, but it was not sufficient to wake me and Jamal was out like a light. Around three in the morning I was awakened by a combination of my uncomfortable breasts and little Dickson’s quiet noises from across the hall which were telling me he was. Ohh, that’s good…’ Cheryl intently followed his directives and Edwin thought she was performing well. He liked the way her wavy full head of hair bounced gently as she moved her upper body. His growing muscle tautness constricted his throat. He was unable to speak and when she looked up at him, he smiled and nodded his encouragement to her. His heat was up and he was nearing the end. Edwin heard a knock at the door. Cheryl didn’t falter her pace. Despite his clogged throat, he found enough. "It took a long time for him to say, as now he was really getting hammered."I love you too, son," I replied as the strange sensation of fingers in my ass had my cock remaining hard as fuck."Oh God, fuck me harder," Ben moaned, closing his eyes. "Let Daddy see how big a faggot I am." You're a great big BBC faggot," I assured him, knowing this superlative compliment would enhance his pleasure the same way it would enhance mine."Oh yes, Daddy," Ben whimpered, seeming to be close to coming, which.