Almost three. I remember how pretty she was. And I remember my daddy crying. He cried when he found out and they were still married. He cried when he ...ame home and there was a note for him and she was gone. And he cried for years. Every so often, I'd hear him in his room when he thought I was out, crying."That day you called and talked for a half hour about how happy you were that Sara and you were finally getting to know each other after so many years of just saying Hi, I just knew you were. I turned my head to the side, my fatherʻs hand still covering my mouth as I tried to look away from my juices. A part of me now desperately wanted to take my dadʻs thick cock deep into my pussy and squirt my juices until I fainted. I had to stop him. He had never taken me like this. This was nonconsensual. I closed my eyes, I felt my pussy grow wetter at the thought. Youre gonna take it like the whore you are, he remarked, twisting my head to look at him as he released his hand from my mouth. I. My rationalization that sex with these women helped me to concentrate on my studies might even have been true, at least at that time! Over the next several months we did every sexual act we could imagine two women and one man doing at the same time. On frequent activity had one woman impaled on my cock and facing my head while the other woman sat on my face. I ate one woman’s pussy while the other woman rode me. Evie and Lori passionately kissed and fondled each other while I provided direct. Our eyes met, our souls connected, and I slung my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, and pulled him closer. Soon, I was panting, heading toward another orgasm. “You’re going to make me cum again,” I gasped, pulling him even tighter to me. I needed us to be as close as possible. I wanted to feel every inch of him against me, in me. I wanted to feel his body quiver with the same need I felt. And it did. With my fingers entwined in his hair, I came loudly and drew his mouth to.