"Tell me what you want, daddy." I lightly scratch my nails down his chest, admiring the contrast of my pale skin on his dark chest. He groaned and fle...ed his hips underneath me, raising me a little and making me bite my lip."I want you, Summer. I want you to fuck daddy."His hands come up to slide under my gown, his fingertips tickle my tummy before searching for my breasts. He loves my breasts, they're his favorite. He cups them in his hands, my DD flesh overfilling them. I gasp as he tweaks my. She swallowed and grinned up at him, she felt so empowered.“Ok big lad, step back and enjoy the show!” With that she sent her hips into overdrive, flexing her pelvis like a one of Beyoncé’s backing dancers. The two cocks pistoned in and out of her holes, making her come hard as she uttered a long low moan.“Yes! Make me come again you dirty little nerds! Pound my fucking holes! You’ll never get pussy like this again, make the most of it!”The cock in her arse squirted first, and she felt the. Now the wife will chase his story down whatever rat hole she can. He tried to recover, explain away what he’d blurted out. When wife calls you by your whole name, there’s hell to pay!Johnny knew that someone could button-hole this Les at the party planned for next week. They could give him info best-kept secret. He was glad for the rain delay.“At least she didn’t use my whole name, middle one included,” he sighed. He took the imperial approach, “These are parties, but they give us opportunities. He ate whatever he cooked on the trail, good or not.Brenda’s reaction, though, was decidedly different.“How can you eat that?” she gasped, after one bite. He was shoveling food into his mouth with the efficiency of a man on the trail, wanting to get done with the necessities, and be on his horse.“What’s wrong with it?” he asked, taking time to actually taste, and answer his own question. Male pride kept him from voicing how badly it tasted, though.“I’m surprised you’re alive if you eat like.