Peter Withers, our blacksmith.’ ‘Oh.’ Her father looked away, striding over to the window. ‘That was necessary.’ ‘Necessary? Necessary to ...hom?’ Cassia moved next to her father, taking a deep breath to hold her anger in check. ‘Father, I’m eighteen years old. I have a right to make decision concerning my life.’ ‘And giving the most precious gift you have to a blacksmith is making a decision?’ Arthur looked over at her. ‘What about marriage?’ ‘I told Mother long ago that I would never marry. Right as I had bent down to look for the spare, the door opened and there stood my father, wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. "Out for a run?" He asked, looking at me expectantly, almost nervous of something. "Just like every morning." I grinned back, walking through the thresh hold of my home. As I passed my father, his hand brushed my nipple. I looked down and noticed his erect penis, and I could see the porn paused on his laptop in the living room. My initial reaction was to back away,. Ella jumps down and follows me taking a bathrobe and covering my body. „What happened, darling“, she asks. „I don’t know. I felt excitement filling my body but suddenly all my feelings seem to be blown away in the air“. Tears are running down my face. Ella takes me into her arms and her hand softly strokes over my face. She gives me a tender kiss on both cheeks and silently whispers: „These crazy last days were too much for you. Take a warm shower and I bring you to your bed. Sleep to empty. So there I was with the most beautiful pussy in front of me and two cocks next to me. The pussy was the easy one and I stuffed a couple of fingers into Tracy’s hole making her gasp into my cunt. With my free hand, I reached up and took the smaller cock and by craning my neck, I could just about manage to get the other cockhead into my mouth.Arranged this way, I found it difficult to move so the guys did most of the moving, thrusting into my mouth and hand whilst Tracy worked on my cunt,.