Fuck me daddy, fuck me so hard. Cum in my young pussy!” These words are music to your ears and make your cock throb.“I love you Amelia, you’re m... favorite little slut!” you say as you thrust harder and harder into the wet pussy beneath you.Your eyes are closed as you pound your cock foward, fucking with all of your might.It’s the eve of your oldest daughter Amelia's birthday. She's turning 21 tomorrow and your wife Charlotte and you are playing one of your favorite games – having your wife. Her restraint was remarkable. She knew that she would get him into bed again before the night was over. She knew also that her husband, Clay would have Alyce. Where it would go from there was anyone's ballgame.They moved easily into the crowded game room and were served drinks by the bartender that Alyce had seen at Nina's for her afternoon cocktail party. All of the tennis pros and members of the board of directors of Marina Tennis Clinics were there. Eddie, of course, knew all of them but. I was keeping my mouth out of it too. It involved me, but I was made a spectator. Janice met my eye and smirked a little before she buried it in her coffee, taking a lingering sip. Some days it was hard to tell a player without a program. Barb and Jane were united now against their father, but the battle-lines would shift as soon as the topic of Jane and I took center stage.He crumbled before our orders arrived. “Okay! Okay!” he said piteously. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it. I’d had too much to. The plan was simple. Charter a boat in Belize and go out to a semi-deserted island with fresh water and maybe just a few other people. Land on Monday, get picked up on Friday and in between be absolutely no place anyone would ever find me!I walked into a small set of walls that had a wooden board leaning against one wall. The board read, “Cantin” in large c***dlike strokes. Taking a deep breath I pulled a rough rug to the side of the door and stepped inside. To my left was a man who at.