I love fucking my daughter and I love how she cums."But the scene after they left was the most interesting. Laura and I both said, practically at the ...ame time, "She kissed him." She was supposed to hate kissing, but there she did it -- my mother-in-law seemed to enjoy kissing her husband while he was fucking his daughter and cumming inside her. Maybe she was getting some of her hormones back.Well, Laura thought about it and the next time her folks were over, she asked her mother if while all. Professor Parrish stood on board the boat watching Betsy struggle with the fifty-five gallon barrel. He had tried to talk her out of filling it with so much water. It wasn’t an appropriate container for storing samples. They had smaller containers, called buckets, for that.Betsy danced around looking at the barrel. She gave an excited shout and then ran off leaving Professor Parish trying to figure out how to get off the tug when the end of the ramp was blocked with a barrel he had no chance of. This went up to the ceiling rafter and over a pulley there. At the other end of this strap from her nipples, dangling just a few feet in front of the girl, was a metal weight. It rested no more than an inch above a box with a metal plate on its top. In fact, if the girl weren’t leaning back and away, her taut breasts pulling at the strap, the weight would rest on the box. The girl arched herself backward, trembling, struggling to keep the weight away from the box. She had good reason to. From. Mark scooted out, his erection obvious to his wife. Dale followed suit and Penny slid free from the booth and the table. She pressed herself up to her husband, and kissed his cheek. Mark pulled her close and kissed her ear. She sighed into his embrace, "I think they like me," she winked at his rolling eyes."I think you should reward them," he smiled wickedly at her."Mmm..." she said. "I think I know just the thing." Mark grinned back at her, and watched her move to the ladies room. He knew what.