Red and white earrings, my watch, and a bracelet. Mymakeup was subdued yet striking, my auburn hair done in a French twistwith a white pearl comb to h...ld it in place. The bright red lipstick,then perfume. I was ready, and went in the kitchen to make coffee whileI waited for them to get there. The doorbell rang, I opened the door,and saw Megan standing there. She checked the house number, looked atme, ready to say something when I asked her to come in. Dad walked in amoment later. His eyes. ’ ‘Best way to make sure they do, isn’t it?’ he nodded. Mark climbed on the bed, and Linda crawled up him. He watched her pause and suck on his cock, before straddling his swollen rod. His hips lifted in lust as she guided his member into her wet cunt. The cock that had been aching for her finally was imbedded deep inside the welcoming pussy. Pushing his hips up and down, Linda slid her body up and down with his. Her cunt became more wet, then she leaned down over his chest. Her nipples touched. Again, thank you for keeping me on track. I don’t want to blow apart the best thing that ever happened to me. Both of my girls mean the world to me.”“Both. Oh, How sweet.”“Yeah — Claire and Kalista mean so much to me.”“Ooh, If I had a pillow to throw at you right now,” she said, laughing out loud.We arrived home. As we walked into the house, I turned to my mother and said, “Antoinette, would you care to dance?”“You know Charles. I have spoken to your father about you and Claire and you know. She had seemed to be quite gung ho about our relationship the last time we were together, when she had not only promised to be my woman, she in fact had appeared to be completely unfazed by the possibility of becoming pregnant with my child.SC had willy-nilly succeeded in awakening the devil in me. I had derived such intense pleasure fucking her that I was not about to give it up. In fact I started getting hard even as I listened to her. I was determined to take her again and keep her mine. But.