“When are you going to cum in my pussy, though? I need you, Daddy. I want you. Can't you tell by how I prance around nearly naked? How I flash my cu...e rump at you. I'm so horny for you, Daddy. I need your cock to slide into me.”I groaned at that idea. My balls tightened. The idea of my daughter needing me to do that sent such a wild surge of lust through me. My last spurt of cum was powerful. I panted, aching for it. I loved my wife, I did, but Candy...“Fuck,” I muttered and shoved her panties. In your mind, you fully enjoy this and yet will play the part of the loving wife later when Daddy would inevitably try and console you from such a horrible ordeal. "Take it all bitch," he yells while thumping away inside your well stretched pussy, "you know you like it you dirty little whore." The inside of your moist sex is gripping his shaft. Your centre of lust is given further elation by the fingers of his gigantic hands slipping deep inside your virginal rectum. You feel his fingers. ” “No, no, Sally. No, I do NOT want a wheelchair. I shall walk to him just as I did before. Just give me your arm, as my own father did as he walked me down the aisle. I must walk to him.” Sally wanted to run, to rush to her father’s side, to be with him, to not let him be alone but she knew it was pointless to protest. Her mother was so stubborn when she wanted to be. It had taken them well over an hour since the phone call. She was sure they were now too late. She took her mother’s arm in. I leaned in to kiss her, but as soon as we started making out, I heard a familiar voice from downstairs. “Baby, I’m home!” Yup, it was Lisa. “Looks like her majesty just arrived,” Anna said as she broke the kiss. I gave her a quick peck on the lips before I walked out of her room and went downstairs. “Hey, honey,” I said as I kissed Lisa. Damn, everything was just so fake on her. I still can’t believe how much money she spent for her to look like that. And trust me, she wasn’t hot or sexy at.