It was already late, it was not time to play. And then, if he wanted to play, we could very well have played scrabble or cards, or anything else the n...xt day.- But Dad, what you're talking about, it's so late, I'm so sleepy ...- Oh nothing, you'll see, it's very fun, and it'll go very quickly ...Dad slid his hands under my pajamas. He slid the fabric on my neck, I found myself topless. I was young, it's true, but I understood that it was not normal. He started kissing my topless breasts. I felt. ..er...."I thought he was angry, but his mood suddenly changed. He smiled and said, "why don't you come in and get a better view. See how your wife gets fucked properly! She might still be your wife, but she's my slut!"This was true. The one thing that I found most difficult to handle was the way that Michael had started treating her. It was as if she were just there for his sole entertainment and pleasure. It was sex on demand; wherever and whenever he wanted it. I just thought she deserved. ... " Mmmmmmmmmm........... I should of done this way back when I was young.... I would of loved you being my first.... " All the time she was pushing her pussy back and forth over my cock... "I need you....." she said. "I want you to cum in me..... Make me feel wanted....." I grabbed her around the wait and lifted her a few inches and dropped her back on my lap. I repeated that several times. Her clitoris hitting my pelvis bone every time. "OOhhw..... fuuuckkk...! I can't.. believe... it..... But I had to attend an interview. Therefore, I rushed to get ready and was soon gone for the interview. The interviews went on for a while, and I returned home in the evening.Ketkee was sitting in the hall watching television. She was still wearing the same loose t-shirt and shorts. She smiled as soon as she noticed me and asked me to freshen up as she cooked the dinner. I was too tired to greet her properly. So, I went to the bathroom and took a long shower.By the time I was ready, she had.