Then he was throat fucking me in this curious hand-stand-like position, claming new inches of esophagus with each pump of his hips or flex of his bice...s. I still gagged a little, but now his rivulets of thick prespunk just dribbled from my nostrils and upper lip, running down his hefty hose and dripping copiously from his balls. GLUCK-GLUCK-GLUCK! was the only sound as he claimed 11, 12, 13 inches for his own. My word was nothing but cock and precum, eyes flashing wildly between bouncing. I was dying to see how far into her pants I could get without being stopped. I pushed my fingers down in through her hair until I could feel the top of her slit. I ran my middle finger down into it. Her head went back slightly and I could feel her shift her feet to open her legs. She was responding, her weight back on me, her hands squeezing my arm, her breathing deeper, she dropped her bottle to the sand. I grabbed her bra-covered breast and squeezed. It was not too big, but full and hard. Her. "Lucinda what's wrong?"She uncrossed her arms and held out his wallet. "Here you left this at my house last night."Jake nervously grabbed the wallet and set it on the nightstand. "Thank you."He looked at her and her eyes had tears. "Why did you lie to me about your age Jake? You told me you were 23 and it shows your only 18 on your driver's license."Jake didn't know how to respond. He stood silently as Lucinda waited for an answer. It had to be the truth. He didn't want to lie to her anymore.. Not just beautiful or pretty, but sexy. I like that." Maybe we should talk this over, you know," I said, trying to think of a way out. I'll admit that I would have gladly fucked my daughter right then, but being practical, I knew I shouldn't. It wasn't just morality or anything; if things came out badly, I could go to jail. The town, I knew, wouldn't make a big fuss, but my wife or daughter could. At the very least, I wanted to make it appear that anything that happened would be the result of.