I thought what the fuck, that evening before heading off to night shift I have heated words with the wife, and go to work. A week goes by same thing ...appens, same arguement. and by now i'm thinking i'll teach her. she was coming into the room I thought about 11am, so I put a very loose pair of football shorts on, kicked off the covers and waited for her. My idea was to get a hard on and act like I was asleep, it would scare her off and leave me in peace to sleep. the problem was i set it up. Fuck. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh…..fuck.”I had never heard Betty speak any vulgarities and I found the whole scene very erotic. I didn’t want it to end just yet so I continued to minister to her pussy. I began to lick up and down on her lips licking up her cream as I went. She moaned and spread her legs further apart. I continued farther south and rimmed around her puckered anus. “Oh god, that feels good. I’ve never had anyone touch me there.”I grabbed her legs behind the knees and pushed them up until her. It was a wonderful, homey experience. As far as I could tell not a one of them found me unusual enough to comment on. No questioning glances, no quizzical pauses, no interest in my unusually low speaking voice, just a casual acceptance. I was happily slicing away when Jean came over and started to watch me. I had developed a nice rhythm, layering the scraps, lining them up on the grid and running the cutter along the hole in the ruler to produce perfect triangles."How do you do that so easily,. He plunged his face into his daughter's sweet pussy, while he ground his cock against the mattress in his excitement. Almost immediately, he began automatically squirting, his climax coming, without him being able to stop it. But that seemed to have no affect on his lust for his daughter's sweet pussy. "Oh my God, oh fuck daddy, daddy!" Megan cried passionately, bucking her hips, thrusting her hot cunt against his face, her juices quickly covering his mouth. His daughter's taste and smell were.