She’s begging you to use this powerful, masterful cock...” my best friend squeezed gently, “to fuck her mind right out of her head...” Paige s...owly pulled, easing me forward.I looked down, breaking eye contact for just a moment, and saw my best friend guide the head of my prick right to my mother’s hot, ready entrance. As I watched, I parted her outer folds, and then Paige let go.“Only you can know what to do...” she murmured, and I didn’t look back up to meet her eyes. Instead, my eyes. At this moment, Ron realized how much of a release he needed. He leaned forward slightly, not wanting to stop her hand, and removed her bra. Knowing she was a B-cup was different than actually seeing his daughter topless. Her breasts had the firmness of youth and the perfection of a centerfold model. He dragged his fingers across the top curves of both breasts, around the outer and underside of her left one, between the two, and repeated the motions with her right breast. She moaned again, her. She was emotionally drained. Analise tried to lie her way out of the situation, even going so far as accusing Allison of blackmailing her. Allison even at one point feared for Abigail's safety. Yet, Abigail never backed down, and after a while Analise had locked herself in her bedroom, refusing to continue the discussion.Abigail and Allison were going to stay at a hotel for the night, and then decide what to do in the morning. Allison leaned her head back and closed her eyes.Abigail slid into. I had to stop, NOW. And yet, I kept stroking him and just looked up at him, my face streaked with that first rope of dirty cum.John looked away from my wife’s photo momentarily to peer down at my face and saw that I let his cum hit my face, and that pushed him further. “Oh FUCK yeah boy, take daddy’s load on your pretty face!”, he said louder. And with each stroke, I was now extracting another rope of his filthy cum, squirting it on my face, and down my chest. The last few drops I made sure hit.