"You know she is a real slut for the first time" I could see a little tear from my wife's eye. I was going to say something to him. But I think he saw...it as well because he pulled out and told by wife to flip over doggie style. While she was flipping over, he stroked her face and wiped her tear and told her "She is daddy's good girl and this is how daddy treats good girls"This was getting more weird for me. I felt like just stopping it. He asked if I wanted to see my wife's fucked pussy. I. So I did a really damn good job of it. The rail of ivy even had a few yellowing leaves you wanted to go ahead and pick off. If you had a ladder. Or stood on a chair.It was maybe a month or so after I finished that Abigail was suddenly coming back to town for one of her sporadic visits. It'd been several years since I'd seen her last, back when I'd sort of gotten into trouble about my wife sort of looking like my sister's sister.To the extent that one evening when we started getting chummy,. My cunt explodes over him from deep inside, my juices flowing over his cock as I scream his name over and over again. Each wave seems to give way to another. Throughout, he continues to fuck me, keeping up the intensity and bringing him closer. I want him to cum inside me, to empty his balls up against my cervix. I don't have to wait long. I wrap my legs around him as he throws his head back and gives himself up to his desire, pumping me furiously until he roars and his cock erupts inside me,. She didn’t say a word as she squeezed and massaged the cheeks of my arse and I was fully expecting another whack any second but her soft caresses actually felt quit arousing and then I gasped as she spread my arse cheeks wide, OMG she was staring at my tunnel entrance.. “Hmm” I heard her mumble, “Interesting” she continued as she all but flattened my cheeks and I could feel her breath she was that close.Her hands seem to stretch to my hips and I could feel her pulling me towards her and then.