Every time, your beauty takes my breath away. Every. Single. Time.Such contentment and peace, yet also such strength contained in your sleeping form. ... put my hand to my own pussy and rub, remembering the ferocity of your strap-on assault on it last night. I am still so wet just from the recollection of it.You are on your back, with your legs, hips, and head all slightly twisted to your left. I watch your chest rising and falling—just barely perceptibly—with each inhale and exhale as you. ....mmmmmmm.....yesssssss...” she mumbled, her breath coming in gasps. “Fuck me Dad, I need you so bad!!!!!!!” Dad seemed to be spurred on by her words as he slammed forward with his hips, the full length of his cock driving forward into her seeping pussy. She was completely impaled on his huge size, her body slowly adjusting to his size. Dad looked down at her, her ass squirming beneath him, her pussy adjusting to accommodate his large size.“Oh Dad, your so big, unngggghhh!” she uttered to. After I finished the meal I noticed that like most times I stopped the Captain America Moped, it got a lot of attention. Teenagers and even smaller kids loved the bike. The trailer told them all that I was on a road trip, so I was an instant hit."So where you headed?" the older man asked. He was tall and straight with gray hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He reminded me of a retired soldier of some variety."California, no particular place there. I'm going to be going," I explained not expecting. I looked at hubby; we shared these delicious knowing smiles. I put my hand on his crotch. I wasn’t the only one aroused. We had another drink. The waiter said: “The show is in the other room if you’re interested.” Of course we were interested and walked through some curtains to the “other room.” The room was full of couples sitting in booths and surrounding a small stage on which were a chair and a table, spotlighted by several overhead lights. I looked around as my eyes adjusted in the.