If I move faster, you move faster; if I stop, you stop.”“I get the idea,” I mumbled into the warm cotton that muffled my mouth.“Alright,” sh... said, hopping off me and pulling the sheet away. “Save it for tonight,” she laughed when she saw my throbbing dick.The plan was for Karen to come over after dinner. I hurried to the kitchen and whipped up a salad and some pasta for a light meal. I was in position when the doorbell rang. The two women talked a few minutes before they came into the. He took a sip, “Come here” he said, Michelle knew what was coming. She placed her mug on the side and approached him. “On your knees little one”, she did just that, her face just inches away from the zip on his trousers.Sir took another sip of his tea and put the mug on the side. He reached into his pocket and took out a long leather collar, her play collar, the sliver cones upon the black leather glistened in the kitchen light. She could feel her pussy becoming moist, and she could not hide. And she was young, very young indeed declared the soft lines of her face, certainly not yet thirty.She was dressed in high-necked, tight-waisted, unadorned black that was certainly far from stylish in those days, a bit old-fashioned perhaps. She waved me to a chair, asked my name, said she was Mrs. Shoemaker and that I was welcome, indeed, most welcome. A small smile crossed her lips. She admitted she was pleased to see me and then covered her mouth with her hand, feigning embarrassment.She. I could feel myself losing control and shoved my ass back at him, matching his rhythm. I lowered my body even farther and pushed my ass back against his pounding cock, allowing him to greater access to my pussy. My legs became weak and shook as I felt his hard cock driving me to my climax. I shivered and moaned as I came, my orgasm fortified with the wicked knowledge that my father's cock was deep inside my hot cunt. My climax drew him along, and I could feel his cock fix itself deep into me as.