Or he'd fucked her. The ultimate act of love and affection. Reputedly.It hadn't been a very romantic fuck, Fatima knew. But precious few of the not ma...y fucks in her life had really been much better. At least he hadn't laughed in her face when she'd suggested meeting again. And it had been him who had made the first move, when he placed his hand on her thigh. Though, naturally, Fatima made bloody sure that it wasn't going to end there. She pulled out his prick, long and thin and hairy, rather. Cornelia removed her arm from the woman as well and kissed her swollen clit before joining me at the sink. It was an industrial style sink with a sturdy facet. I then quickly got behind Cornelia and lifted her from behind by her legs such that she was in a forward facing missionary position. She laughed and was curious what I was up to.“Your ass is still dirty, young woman” I told her as I moved her closer to the running facet. I slid her still loose ass hole over the facet and watched over her. She asked me why men looked at this stuff. She wanted to know why her husband would look at those women when she was right there. She stood up and spun around with her arms up showing a nice but a little chubby body. Then she asked why men want women to shave their pussys. I told her I am not particular, some pussy do not look good shaved. Sara said that her husband had been hounding her to shave her snatch. I told Sara my wife sometimes shaves hers, sometimes I get to shave it. Sometimes she. I couldn’t touch her because Max had always wanted a daughter, and he and Anna had bonded straight away. I wasn’t willing to fuck up my father's happiness to satisfy my dick. My moral compass didn't stop the fantasies, though—even when it became apparent she preferred pussy. Every date she brought home was a woman. Watching two girls make out on the sofa next to me was torture and drove my lust for my stepsister into overdrive. As shitty as Dad's situation was, at least his broken heart would.