Still I am acting like I am sleeping. Slowly he sat on the bed and watching my boobs. As I was in so anxiety and was breathing heavy, my boobs were mo...ing up and down. Slowly he laid on the bed and started fondling by boobs. Oh god the touch was superb I could not get that heavenly feeling even in my first night with my husband. Slowly he has removed by blouse and then bra and started sucking my boobs like a hungry dog. Oh the feel was very nice. I could not control any more and immediately. I whirled back around and the young woman stopped by a nearby water fountain to get a drink. As she drank I stared at her calves and her sneakers trying to imagine what her feet looked like and smelled like...dare I even think what they tasted like? Perhaps.The young woman walked over and sat in a small spot of grass near the kiddie sprinkler fountain. She sat there for a few moments so still. I took the liberty of snapping a few more pics of her feet in her dirty sneakers. She leaned back on. My legs opening wider for him as I feel the flood building inside. I am going to cum. I will soak and gush all over his hand. I scream under his hand as I feel my pussy cumming and releasing for him. My legs shaking like crazy.As my hips rise and meet his finger fucking penetration, under his breath in deep whispers, I hear him saying over and over, “Good cunty girl. Good cunt. That’s a good fuck cunt. Cum for your man”.He pulls his finger out of me and completely covers my pussy hole with his. Dad had moved to Stone Ridge (which was the town next to Iron Plain) accepting a job in the local sawmill as well as a coaching position for the town’s Rugby League team. Dad had met Mum at a local dance and pursued her with vigor. At the time, Mum was dating a farmer’s son by the name of Angus Beasley but Dad swept her off her feet. There was a lot of bad blood between Angus Beasley and my Dad but by the end of it, Mum and Dad were married and I came along 5 years later. By then Dad had.