He was holding a brown leather satchel and looked smugly relaxed. He headed straight to the bar, sat the satchel on the floor beside him, and ordered ... beer. I started to get up when the barman pointed to me, and Toliver turned around. He picked up his satchel and beer and walked over to my table. I stood up as he approached.“I remember you young man, kind of early to be looking for a card game, isn’t it.”I stuck out my hand, introduced myself and asked him to have a seat. When he settled into. We both said it was fantastic sex that night, in part because it was wrong. We both also admitted that we sometimes wished it could happen again. At the same time we both came to the same conclusion, why couldn’t it?The fact we were both married on top of it being incest would be a good reason, but we were both in the mind to ignore that. He leaned over and kissed my lips. The shock of being naughty was electric and I felt it shoot through my groin. The last time I was drunk when I did. Do... this"Her head moved down my chest and as I spoke to her I felt her tongue on my hard shaft. She stopped for a moment and looking up into my eyes she spoke."Dad, I want to do this. I want to bring you pleasure. I want you to feel good. I want to give you the only thing I have to give."She then went back down on my cock and took it into her mouth. Her lips were caressing my shaft as her tongue rippled around it. It felt like a thousand butterflies were softly stroking me as she bobbed up. He would fuck her hard for a few minutes then take his cock out of her and put it up to her mouth and she would lick and slaver all over his cock to get Gary's cum off of his daddy's prick. He would ram it back in her cunt and fuck her hard till he filled her with another load of cum. He usually couldn't last more than 30 minutes but Helen didn't mind......she had just had more cum and cock throbbing in her cunt.When she got up, she would have some breakfast and a quick shower then would tidy.