He has a hold of her by the waist, as she gyrates back and forth on his cock.Slowly she increases her pace and her tits wobble majestically in respons.... It doesn’t go unnoticed, “You have gorgeous breasts, Annabelle” I hear my father breathe.Annabelle giggles and taking my father’s hands, places them on top of her ample mounds. He gasps and breathes out “Fuck!” as she starts to bounce aggressively on his erect pole, making the whole bed shake to their exertions.I’m hoping she doesn’t give the. We could make the most of it. He ran his hands up my thighs, tucking his fingers underneath the hem of my knickers and tugging them down. I reached forward for his fly, but this time he stopped me. “It’s my turn to treat you.” I knew exactly what he was going to do, but my stomach still flipped and my clit, which had just been tingling was now raging. I gently rested my hand on top of his head and guided him downwards. Feeling his breath on the inside of my thigh made my back arch as my clit. I didn't even need lube. That's new. I started pumping, slow at first, trying to prolong the inevitable, but I couldn't help it. I started going to town; I pumped harder than I'd ever pumped before. I felt near complettion when she yelled out, "Don't you come yet, boy." She pushed me off her, grabbed the sides of my head and pushed it between her giant dirty pillows. I started involving my hands, squeezing or teasing the occasional nipple. She was moaning in delight, a look of euphoria came on. Well, I sighed to myself, someone has to do this, and I proceeded to take his shoes and socks off! His bare feet were soft and unblemished and his toes were like those of a boy, all beautifully formed and hardly walked-on unlike my much older, rather worn specimens! I rolled him over onto his back and confirmed what I expected, his shirt and trousers were stained with sick and dribble. If I was to help him escape the wrath of his father, I was going to have to wash them and I wondered if his.