He whimpered and closed his eyes, surrendering. The room filled with the sound of smacking flesh. “On the floor, on the floor,” Vixen gasped in hi... ear, and he let them down to his knees and then put her on her back, his reviving phallus still buried deeply in her, being massaged by her undulating muscles. “Yes, yes,” she cried. “You’re so wonderful, so good, so big and strong.” Adequate was Vixen’s true asessment, just barely adequate. She was disappointed but eager for more. “Please Vixen,. ‘You wanna go to the prom?’ Cindy did a double-take before she finally saw who was speaking to her. There stood Martin, stewing in his own emotional juices, trying for once to look like a normal human being, trying to make a connection to mankind. And for what? Perhaps he was trying to invoke an emotion within himself, maybe fear or embarrassment. But nothing came. Theresa looked at Martin with melodramatic disgust. His clothes were basic t-shirt and jeans, ratty shoes, nothing eye-catching.. That always seemed to turn her on. He slowly got up, unzipped his trousers and looked at his wife's amazing, trimmed cunt.He made her stand now, at the pole. With her hands above her head and body bent low, ass protruding out. He put a finger slowly in her ass. And she moaned as he put his cock in her. With one clear stroke he was in. And oh god, was he in! She moaned in lust and lost track of sound and time.They were furiously fucking by now. Him thrusting her in doggy and her matching his. “David, regardless of what may or may not happen between my daughter and you, you are still welcome in this house at any time?”“Thanks Aunt Mary,” I said, “I really appreciate that. Can you shed any light on what she’s been doing?”“You know sometimes, I don’t think I know my daughter. She insists that she loves you and wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. Then she goes and does this. Why don’t you sit down and tell me about Monday night from your point of view?”“Okay,” I agreed, “in here or in the.