He won’t stop. His hips rocking with mine. Our tongues dance in stride with our bodies. My pussy is grinding wet circles on his dick. His chest feel... sweaty under my tits. I love it. It is animalistic. I can’t stop myself. I can’t get enough of his big cock. I try to get more of it inside my tiny pussy because I just want it all. Pulling my lips from his, I arc up, trying to capture more of him. Riding him, I’m tingling all over. As I canter, I reach behind me, running a finger up between his. Their living situation is somewhat tense, and Katy is desperate to get out of there sooner rather than later. She has been visiting us a lot lately, and she asked us if we would be willing to let her clean our house to earn some extra money.Considering my wife Barb works tons of hours, and I hate housecleaning, it was a done deal. We agreed to pay her $20.00 per hour, which may be a bit steep, but the whole idea was to try to help them out a little financially. Plus, it was fun to be able to. I know where I’m going – I have fantasized about this for ages. Oh dear God, I’m going to violate my daughter orally! This is so wrong and wicked, yet I am powerless to stop. I must have my tongue inside your genitals! I must eat your pussy! You begin to writhe and moan. You ask, “What are you doing, daddy? What are you…?” My lips find your vulva and my tongue begins lapping up your innocent juices. You taste heavenly. My cock throbs with pure unbridled lust. Look at what I’m doing! What kind. I began to think about my man, and I got turned on. Suddenly the pavement didn’t feel bad. It was kind of stimulating. I began to approach the gravel and right before it there was a patch of sand in the shade. My toes sank into the cool sand which was exhilarating. Then, I thought of my man again as I stepped onto the sharp pieces of gravel. I yelped in pain, then I pressed on and began to get hot as I tossed the bags into the dumpster. I turned around and walked back not even thinking about.