‘Not on the phone,’ Katy said. Her voice was rich, and had an almost honest quality to it that encouraged me. ‘ Come to my office in two hours. ...�� ‘I’m coming right now.’ I said, and hung up the phone without giving her a chance to protest. Within half an hour I was walking through the door of Katy’s office, which was in the prestigious artists and writers building in the heart of Beverly Hills. The outer office was sumptuous in an understated way, a muted sort of high tech decor that looked as. She was so afraid I would be pissed if she ever did anything that, despite all our role plays, she never really accepted that I would stay with her. I’m not really all that bright which I proved when I reached into my crotch, felt the dampness around my cock, then brought my fingers to my nose. Then I tasted them. It was definitely cum, but I had just had sex with her, so that really didn’t prove anything. Duh!Then I had another idea. I pulled the G.P.S. and downloaded her whereabouts over the. He pushed his cock in till his balls were banging against her chin. As I watched them, my beautiful traditional DIL’s mouth being fucked hard by the beastly stud, her red lips stretched around his cock, her nose and mouth surrounded by his dirty black pubic hair, I took my lund out of my pyjamas and started masturbating. My cock has never been so hard. I stroked myself hard and came, my cum spilling on my clothes and on the floor. The milkman’s cock was getting hard again with the forced. Mom would smile back at me and she would make panting noises. We always ended with a gallop going faster and faster before mom grunted and lifted us up off the sofa for a few seconds. As I got older the horse rides became more frequent, maybes because I was awake more and not sleeping as much or I just started to remember a lot more of them. I woke one morning when dad had not went to work yet, mom was on her knees bent over and daddy was holding on to her from behind“Horsey, horsey” I shouted.