I shifted, trying to free my other hand to remove your top, but I accidentally bumped the horn on your steering wheel, causing us to both jump and the... laugh. I rolled back to the passenger seat and opened the door, just then realizing that you had unfastened my leather belt. We stumbled inside, a stampede of thumps and moans and giggles, and found your bedroom. You pushed me back against the wall, smiling, and flicked off your bedside lamp. Illuminated by the dim glow of the streetlight. Suck his dick? Anal? Let him go down on me? It was all filthy. Sex was for making babies. It should be done in the dark with the woman on her back and the man pumping away as fast as possible to get it over with swiftly. It was something to be endured.But not with my daughter. She gave me pleasure. The mythical orgasm. Many of my friends claimed to have them. They talked about doing sinful things with their husbands, even the ones who went to my church.I had sucked my daughter’s cock. I had. She studied him. He was short and stocky, naked to the waist, beneath which fur flaps, suspended from a thong, covered his modesty.But he was too far away for Sarah to see him clearly. She when she wished that she was a little closer, the wish became reality, as though she had been staring through a camera lens, and it had adjusted to close up. The fact that she had such control did not surprise her. In retrospect, she realised that she had expected it. Her study intensified.The man was of. After all, he Did just bring the blanket for me, and I Did just shiver. But there was no hiding it. In just a few minutes, he asked me staring at my red face:-What’s wrong with you? You’re sick or something? You look all feverish. -No I am fine, just hot suddenly.- I tried to laugh it off. But voice was breaking. I was only getting hornier and hornier. My mouth was dry, all the possible liquid I had in my body was accumulated in my panties. My heart was beating faster then usual and preventing.