Eyes that hadn’t looked into each other for over a decade now became locked.“Gwen?” he croaked softly.“I’m here, Joe,” she whispered.“Wh...re’s Molly?”“I’m right here, honey,” his wife said gently, patting his hand.He smiled weakly gazing into his wife’s soft brown eyes. Looking around the room he took note of everyone there.“We are gathered here today...” he said, smirking as he heard several chuckles.Closing his eyes he sighed deeply. He cleared his throat and stared at his ex-wife.“Okay Gwen,”. Deftly, he unhooked it, and his hands went back up under the bra to capture a tit in either hand. His fingers grasped her hard, digging in and rolling the coral nipples to hard erectness between his fingers.The pilot unbuttoned her blouse, then, and Andy removed it, as she dumbly moved her arms to allow it. Her bra followed, and she was nude from the waist up. Unzipping the placket of her shorts, Andy shoved them down her tapering thighs, over the calves of her legs to her ankles. She stumbled. “That might be even better,” she countered. Her hand came to my cock and she stroked it several times. “It doesn’t feel soft to me.”What do you do when you’re with a woman who is bent on doing something that will probably kill her, and get you killed in the process, but who is so stubborn that she insists on bringing about her own demise. I was going to get killed either way. If I did what she wanted, she’d be torn in half and probably die and my parents would be really unhappy. If I didn’t,. She nodded, and we took the two steps to the mattresses. Before I got onto the mattress, I shucked my shirt; I had a plan.By the time I got there, Liya was holding Dad’s cock upright for me, so I straddled Dad’s hips with my feet, then worked my way down and onto my knees. Liya handed me the cock and I rubbed it along my pussy lips.“Oh, fucking hell.”“I know, right,” Liya responded.I thought, “Did I say that out loud? I must have.” Then I answered Liya. “Yeah. Wow.”As I continued to rub his.