His strokes increased in velocity. He was now fucking my ass furiously, pounding his cock deep with each thrust. I felt the ash of his cigar fall onto...my back; it was warm, but did not burn. “Errgh! Fuck!” he grunted, cigar still clenched in his teeth. “I’m gonna fuckin’ cum.”“Oh, yeah,” I panted, “Give it to me. Breed my ass.”“Fuck-ing A,” he growled, slamming his cock into my ass with each syllable. “Gonn-a breed your ass.” His fingers gripped tighter at my waist, his cock pushed deep into my. ..I felt her fingers tracing my dick I wanted to take it out but it was not possibleI enjoyed the fondling before she suddenly left. I could resist no more, I followed her in the kitchen and as she was bent in front of the open fridge looking for something, I moved on her side and covered by the fridge door I took out my hard dick in front of her faceshe jumped surprised but she kept looking at my dick near her face, so I pushed forward and started to rub it on her cheeks and lips. It was crazy. They could sleep together in her bed. She was sleeping with me. In the morning they had permission to knock on my door and ask, "May we come in Daddy?" They had to wait for an answer from either their mother or me. It was never long before a yes was forthcoming."Junkin, may I speak to you please?" What is it Jenny?" Awhile back, you said it was okay for Izzy and me to get married. Then you said you thought it was okay for us to have a family. I think we should be getting married very soon. You. However, I hadn't reckoned on Rachel once again playing matchmaker."How do you fancy a boat trip down the Orwell on Saturday?" Rachel asked and went on, "Michael and I have booked a trip on the 'Lady Isobel' and if weather permits we'll sail down the Orwell and up the Deben for a little way. We wanted a quiet day out for a change and thought a little boat trip for an hour or two would make a nice change. You've been pretty miserable since the works party and I know that didn't work out too well.