Outside again, with another beer and another iced water, I decided to explore John's theory of lust and love further. “So, John, what are the limits...of your love/lust theory? Apparently it's OK for me to give dad and pop blow jobs. But what about you? How do you satisfy your lust? And what if dad or pop wants to fuck me?” “Well let's explore how we both feel about things. How would you feel about watching me fucking someone else?” “I don't know. Until today I could not imagine giving anyone a. Kathleen's cunt was impaled by her father's monster unceremoniously and with selfish need. Kathleen felt hotter as her father speared his gargantuan cock making her squeal with no finesse. Soon her father, at a frantic pace, fucked her like a ragdoll. Kathleen could barely breathe in a normal manner such was the urgency in her father's fucking. Ken fucked his daughter for his own gratification but never had that stopped Kathleen from exploding into multiple orgasms. Kathleen felt her father cum. Almost too dirty. But not quite.When I finally straightened and turned towards him, I almost slipped on the now slick floor. He grabbed me forcefully by the wrists. Too forcefully to simply stop me falling. Confused, I momentarily struggled till I saw what I now took for tears in his wide eyes.'I would never hurt your Auntie Vi. Never.’ His voice fell to a whisper and he gazed right into me. ‘You've got me by the balls. I'm in your hands. And so is she.'I opened both my hands and heart.'I would. I couldn't believe this was finally happening. I told my husband I was going to the mall and that I would meet some friends for lunch he looked at me as if I was a doorknob. "Okay." He said and I rolled my eyes. When Murat picked me up I was so nervous. I didn't want to met him in a car after 20 years. I had no choice and I opened the car door and got in his car. "Hi." He said and he was playing Turkish pop music. He smiled at me because He told me a while back he now hated Turkish Pop and I.