Three got up and left. Only four remained.Ms. Roberts didn't even think about leaving. She was desperate for a job, any job.This was her first intervi...w in The Skirt. She was so desperate that she'd swallowed her pride, and bought a skirt to interview in, with pleats and a hem just above the knee. Her blouse had a mildly plunging neckline. Her only concession to properly severe business fashion was a vest.The other applicants had looked her up and down with disdain when she'd come in. They were. I almost came just at the thought.“Uh-huh.” My wife shuddered again. “Clean your dick off in our daughter's pussy then flood her with your cum. Breed a baby into her. Do it!”I groaned and ripped my dick out of my daughter's asshole. I shifted positions and thrust it into her wet cunt. She was so tight, gripping me with her silk. I thrust hard, frantic, my balls smacking into her clit as her pussy walls washed my dick off.The image seized me. Her pussy scrubbing her ass from my cock, cleaning. His mother stuck her head around the corner and looked a little disappointed that her son was already awake. Tim motioned for her to be silent and to come in. He turned his attention back to the new day outside his window. Behind, he could hear his mother as she let the house coat fall to the floor. It was her custom to appear in the morning with something easily discarded so her nudity could be enjoyed by her son.The young man never even looked down when his mother dropped next to him and. She jumped and looked at my face to see what I was up to. I smiled and simply pulled her a little closer to where her legs were touching the edge of the couch. I had my legs stretched out and my knees fairly far apart so the view was a good one for her. She looked back at my stroking . . . but I left my hand resting on the side of her waist. I could feel her skin begin to grow hot through the thin nylon of her bathing suit. Also, I could give all of my.