It slipped easily into her cunt as she rested her hands on my kneecaps facing her Dad. He started rubbing and fondling Gretchen's breasts with a joyfu... look on his face. It took only a few seconds before Naomi straddled his outstretched arms and pushed her sopping wet pussy into her husband's face. Jason greedily licked and lapped at his wife's sloppy wet box as he played with his daughter's tits.My vantage point was pure heaven; seeing Gretchen bouncing up and down on my cock with her shapely. “Well, there you are, dinner’s probably pretty bad now, I expected you an hour ago.” “What happen, accident on the freeway?” She went to him and he stood up to give her a kiss and she took his face in her hands kissed him on the lips quick, said, “I love you” and then she whispered in his ear, “No, not an accident; I have been fucking Mark all afternoon in a motel room, how would you like some fresh sloppy seconds for dinner? John looked at her wondering if she was telling the truth, and. The memory of laughter and joy has washed away her fear of the woods. She doesn’t care now and it seems only minutes until she reached the house. The small one-story cottage with a thatched roof, bay windows, and a squat rectangular chimney puffing out thin wisps of grey smoke greets her. Red smiles to herself and climbs up the few steps to the front porch. She sets her basket on the ground and knocks on the door. No one answers. Worried, she knocks again. Still no reply.“Grandma?” She. As she continued to work her twat she rubbed other hand squeezed her plump breasts. Her breasts softly jiggled in rhythm with her flicks of her fingers over her pussy causing pleasurable ripples through her body.Slowly he moved to open the door to get a better view of her slightly plump body jiggling with the motions of her masturbation. She was so intently absorbed in her business she did not hear him slip in. His cock was beginning to bulge even more from his pants. He wanted to know what.