Mmmmmmmm as I tasted how sweet she was. As I sat up and pulled Donna onto her back, Pippa opened my wife's chunky thighs and ran her finger up and dow... her crack, she moaned. Pippa was licking and sucking her nipples as she touched her clit with her finger, she was really wet. I came to the top end and she snogged my face off. "Sort her out" Donna said.As I pulled down my boxers, I positioned Pippa in front of Donna's cunt and pushing her face down towards her I teased her box from behind. As I. She wore lovely short skirts and my opportunity came one day when I was given a task that meant She was in sight for an hour or so. As She sat at Her desk in Her short skirt, Her knix showed every now and then when She moved while I gawped from my seat, my face eventually burning red, like the tip of my knob, until I was bouncing up and down in my seat as She made me joyfully and gratefully pump my underpants full of spunk. I don’t think She ever realised, and there were other girls at that. Days and weeks blurred. The c***dren had come by to try to help their father but they had their own lives to lead. Although they kept up the calls and the visits he was alone now. Slowly he had tried to get on with life. He had managed to pack a few things away. Hungrily he had seized on anything of hers she had written; letters, greeting cards she had given him, a notebook she had jotted in off and on about different things that caught her fancy.One afternoon he booted up the computer to pay. My ass was starting to hurt, and I squeezed the plug to try to shift it a little inside me. “Do you want to head back, slut?” “May we?” I asked Daddy, incredulously. “Shhh!” Daddy said and furrowed his brow. “I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to her,” he said and nodded to my pussy. In one practiced motion, he slipped his hand under the hem of the trench coat and cupped my drooling pussy. As he did so, my marked ass cheeks were exposed to the neighborhood along with the edge of the plug..