“No. It’s just a sore feeling. It doesn’t bother me.”Sia wondered if he knew how amazing it had been for her. It was so much more, so much bet...er than she’d ever imagined. He’d been so gentle with her, too. It had hardly hurt, just a twinge of pain. But, Gawd, feeling Dad inside her was the best.She’d felt Dad cum the first time and been so proud. But, the feeling of him filling her, the stretching sensation she’d experienced with his erection buried in her, and feeling so full was amazing. She. I passed my hand over the right half of the bed trying to find my wife. I wanted to make love with her as soon as possible. But she wasn’t there, her place was still warm.“She must have got up recently” I thought.I listened carefully and heard the water purling and a rhythmical sound of a knife working. She was cooking breakfast for me.I stood up reluctantly and without dressing up moved to the kitchen. I didn’t feel cold after the warmth of the bed.- I’m glad you’ve woken up. Good morning,. We all completed dinner and went to sleep. She wore a light colored nighty which had front open zipper. My wife slept soon in the middle of the chat.Tuba was continued her talks with me and began to tease me. I reached the bed edge to see her next to me. As it was chilly out side my wife cover her full body with a thick blanket facing away from us. Slowly Tuba opened her front zip and began to show her huge assets. Her milky way was about 1 feet distance from my face. She began press her. We had said before while attempting to film the scene that it was dialogue worthy of a sixteen-year-old schoolgirl and we’d been fucking about with the lines all morning. Andre Boussin, the director, had had enough and was stomping off muttering about ‘fucking amateurs’ and telling the crew to close up for the day and ‘hope they can behave like adults on Monday.’ Marilyn and I retired to her dressing suite where she poured us both a large gin and tonic. The film was called, ‘Wartime.’ “He’s.