I didn't want to leave her (or me, for that matter) hanging, so I quickly doffed my underwear and returned to the spoon position. Carly continued to r...ll her hips, and my bare cock felt fantastic as its tip bounced off of various parts of her nether regions. I couldn't see what it was touching; all I knew was that it felt incredible.I massaged Carly's tit as I gave my hips a little thrust. It felt even better. On the next thrust the tip of my cock was surrounded by that same wonderful warm. Do not say the words you have burned into memory. Do not say that you know desire. You know nothing of its bite on your flesh. Speak to me of desire when you have walked next to someone who will listen to your words, and judge them by their own standards, morals, and beliefs. Speak to me then. Desire turns to hope. Hope to a dead flower in the Winter. Speak to me then. While I know who I desire… while I know I desire them… while I accept the possibility that my desire may well be that flower… I. Brazenly, she reached underneath herself and positioned my cock so it slid right into her. Immediately she started to grind her hips. Now it was my turn to caress her body. I ran my hands up her thighs, and across her belly. I tickled her bush a little bit, then worked my way up her sides and across her chest. I gripped her breasts and squeezed her nipples until she leaned down and offered them to me for sucking. I was up for the task and sucked first one then the other. As I sucked her. When dad had these rules of no boyfriends and night outs over me, she was fucking random people, and some of them were double her age. I heard someone knock on the door. I thought it was dad again, who wanted a quick blowjob from his daughter but when I got up and opened the door, Jennifer was there. “Hey!” Jennifer said. She was wearing a red top with a skirt, and like always she was not feeling shy in showing her huge cleavage. My dad had always checked out her big boobs and curvy ass, but I.