’ When the soup and stew were cooked Marina called Jim on the phone to find out where the team was working so she could deliver the food to them for...lunch. While her mother was on the phone Janey changed Nicky’s nappy and packed his lunch ready to take with them so that she could go with her mother to deliver the food to the volunteer workers, Nicky would enjoy the ride and it would get her out of the house. * * * * * Janey settled Nicky down for his morning nap and walked from the room. He actually started to croon as I moved myself in and out of him, though out is the wrong word for it was more of a forward and backward movement, not the actual pulling out of him. It was fucking great! But the actual thrill of fucking him up the backside was short lived in this first time of fucking anybody for I’d not yet had the pleasure of having a woman. Too soon, my mind was crying out as I quickly reached my peak as I moved my cock inside him in this mode of having sex. Too soon as I. I could see him looking sleazily at my daughter as he said it, he had been looking and squirming for most of the night, whether he knew I was watching did not seem to matter, her freshness and youthful vitality, acted like a powerful aphrodisiac, and his eyes widened as her short skirt rode high, exposing her panty-line, something I suspected she was doing on purpose, my daughter was a chip off the old block, and watching her was like rewinding some old movie of myself, except I was on the. Before she’d left her apartment, she’d forced herself into the tightest pair of denim shorts she could find, barely able to get the zipper up. In fact, they’d been too tight to wear even a pair of the skimpiest panties beneath. Not that she’d planned on wearing them, knowing that she’d enjoy the feel of the crotch seam parting her labia and rubbing against her sensitive clit far more without them in the way. Paired with the sleeveless cotton blouse, so thin it was almost see-thru, she knew she.