I asked her what if I said no. "I would say keep fucking." My dick had yet to soften, and those words and the feel of the flesh of her ass made me fee... ready to cum again. I didn't think I 'd ever feel the inside of her again, so I began moving. She didn't feel as tight now, but the feel of her ass as I pushed excited me enough to make up for it. Each thrust was accompanied by a popping sound as the air was trapped between my loins and her ass. I came again in a minute. I rolled off her and we. My dad then slid his cock out of her brown eye and shot his load all over ass.“That was hot,” she said right before she licked my man juice off my stomach.After my father cleaned her ass off with the towel she said, “Is there anything else I can get you?”“Actually there is,” he said. “I want you to round up 5 of your sexiest co-workers for some more fun.”“Your wish is my command,” she said before running out of the room.“Are you having fun?” my dad asked as he walked to the table to fetch his. The lights were on in the living room, and there was a risk, however small, that someone might be able to see what was going on in there. That was a thought that turned Robert on, having his wife masturbate while someone else might be watching. Now she sat there, legs spread, her hand working between them and her eyes locked to his as she moaned and bit one of her fingers. God she looked sexy. Robert was stroking his cock slowly with one hand while operating the camera with the other.“Show me. She didn’t want to be alone. It was dark, and there was an awful smell. It smelled like old dirt, wet leaves, weeds, and something else. Something worse. A cold, black smell. The kind of smell that she imagined that shadows would have if they had a scent.Tears were starting to streak down her cheeks. She wouldn’t bawl, she was eight years old and she believed her dad when he said that eight-year olds don’t bawl.Don’t cry.The voice surprised her. She looked around, but only saw the walls of the.