"I promise you. It ... was ... not ... Emily."Brooke stared at him, finally considering the words he had said."O.K. Who were you fucking in our daught...r's bed if it wasn't Emily?" It was Ronni, Brooke. I was with Ronni."Brooke paused again, trying to make the words compute."What?" I was with Ronni. Emily's friend?" She's downstairs."Brooke was still unable to put the events together. All she knew was that she had seen her husband having sex with someone in their daughter's bed. The only thought. I squirted my heavenly drink while riding on daddy’s mouth twice and daddy squished every drop of my cheesy cream with passion and fatherly love. Similarly daddy was also at his peak that night and had squirted his heavenly drinks in my mouth at least thrice before unloading his last drops in my hot and slippery pussy by 4 o’clock in the morning. I tried to comfort my daddy’s sexual needs in my humble capacity and I think I succeeded to a great extent as daddy groaned loudly every time he. I was beginning to realize the wetness between my thighs as his hands came around to my front. My whole body was vibrating with sensations I had never had before. Every touch from him sent a charge through my body and our passion started to grow even more. He had reached around and undid my bra skillfully and helped to pull it off me. He slowly placed kissed were the bra had been from my neck down to my chest. I let out a soft moan as he engulfed my right nipple. They were already hard because. As the film began Bill asked, "Is that the outside of our house?" Quiet, just watch." Oh God!" Bill said when he realized that he was watching Bridget through their bedroom window. As the movie progressed, so did Bridget. She started by stroking Bill's thigh. When she touched his dick a few minutes later it felt like a seven inch steel rod, even though his pants were still on. Slowly she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Her hand continued its movements on top of his underwear. A wet.