The door's unlocked."She made no effort to cover her naked body; after all, Auntie had already seen everything there was to see.But when the door open...d, it was not her auntie who entered."Daddy!" Terry!" He ducked back out. "I'm sorry, I thought you were dressed." It's all right, Daddy," Terry said, sitting up in bed and pulling a sheet over her. "Come on in. I don't mind." She held the edge of the sheet against her tits. They were barely covered."If you're sure it's okay?" he said, entering. " It's not a date!" Regan said again."It sure sounds like one to me," Andy said. Regan glanced to the side where he'd entered. He was standing with his arms crossed, staring at her."It isn't!" Regan insisted."How many people do you really think he remembers that you do?" Andy said angrily. "Fuck, I didn't even know who Paul Manley's sister is and I saw her every fucking day for a year! Then you planned to lie to me about it. That's pretty fucked up!" I wasn't," Regan said - lying again.Ashlyn. When he drove deep and froze as a large load of cum filled her pussy, he looked at her face and saw her eyes roll back into her head as she passed out. He quickly pulled out of her and hurried to the kitchen to get a warm cloth. Returning, he used one hand to wipe her face with the cloth and the other to release the clamps. He had just removed the clamp from her clit when her heard her moan. When he looked back at her face, he saw her eyes open slowly and a smile appear. Ohhh, she moaned. I was horny as hell, no other way to soften the expression, horny, wanting to pounce and pound my wife with reckless abandon. But as is usual with me I didn’t want to cum fast, I wanted to draw out any pleasure, keep things going as long as possible so that my mind is swimming in the experience. I also wanted to make sure my wife cums first. That’s important to me. This doesn’t mean to say that in the past we haven’t had quickies, something she is happy to provide at times where I get off.