She let out a gasp and groaned as the shaft broke inside of her, her ass rippling in pain and pleasure.“That’s daddy’s little girl,” she looke... up at her father as he pushed himself deep inside of her. His face softening in exctasy.“Relax sweetie,” she felt her mother’s hand caressing her body, holding her gently against her warm breast. She felt so protected in her mother’s arms.Slowly she let her body relax against the thrusting, she felt so full inside. She could feel the hot shaft. She was dressed elegantly, as French women seem to do so well, I guessed she was in her mid-forties. She told me she was a museum curator in Paris and the holiday was to de-stress and relax after an exhibition, she had created and been managing, had closed after a successful run. While I could see no detail, I thought she might be naked under her dress. When her bottle was empty and I’d opened another I got the impression she had no intention of leaving and I soon found out why. She was naked. Come on inside and we'll see if we can find it for you., I told her. "Oh, thank you Mr.!", she said with a cute grateful smile.We began looking around inside my home and I watched her bend over down on all fours looking under my furniture calling out to it. Seeing the print of her sweet teen cunt through her panties and her tight round ass cheeks had my cock raging hard in my jeans. Finnaly, I could no longer resist. Oh, Here it is!, I said. "Oh realy? Where?", Missy asked excitedly. I wet my. The next day I got up a little late (I had been busy) and when I entered the living room I found just Donna there in her robe. My parents had gone to church and Donna had begged off. We made small talk while looking at the ads in the Sunday paper. I kept sneaking peeks at her legs and chest, hoping her robe would open just a little more at the top. She did seem to be showing a little more cleavage than usual and I was soaking it up. Donna mentioned that her skin was really drying out and.