Brenda couldn't keep from moaning. It was not only a turn-on for her Dad to be doing this, but Brenda thought it was a huge sexual rush to realize tha... her father was actually fucking her while her mother was there in plain view just outside the patio door.Robert kept on pounding his cock in and out of Brenda's pussy and the sounds of his cock fucking her wet pussy were amazingly loud. The smell of her horny pussy and her father's cock fucking was so powerful that Brenda knew her mother would. “I love you.”“I love you, too,” I replied. “I am sorry about last night.”“Don’t be,” Liz asked. “But I wondered ... are those tits real?”“I don’t know!” I said.“Well, with your arm in a sling like it is, you could have turned your hand around in that picture I saw and had nothing but booby on your palm,” Liz joked.“Your boobies are the only ones I want on my palm – or anywhere else,” I informed her.“Sweet talker,” Liz laughed. “Well, you’ll just have to find out and let me know.”I shook my. I guess," reluctantly admitted Pat."Oh dear," expressed Julia sadly. "It doesn't look like you're doing very well. I think I'll ask Ava to take you home too. I'll strip so Lily and I can give Mark a good time." It's all right," said Pat."It's NOT all right. The reason you are on my bed is to give my boyfriend a good time. Lying there like a log and not even making happy noises is NOT giving him a good time. Mark, roll over and lie on your back."Which I did, of course.Julia instructed Pat,. She lifted the shirt I was wearing over my head... and then moved down to slip off my socks and sweatpants. As I said, I was sporting a raging erection and was hoping for little action-maybe not the way to respond to a girl who was so upset. Julie then moved up on the bed, and rested her head on my shoulder. We started to kiss again, even more passionately that earlier. She would part her lips, and our tongues would begin to play. Darting in and out, and flicking our tongues against each other.