“I said, get on your fucking knees!” Harry growled, grabbing my shoulders before giving me a downward shove.I complied, his manhood now only inche... from my fully flushed face.“Don’t go pretending that this is your first cock, you slut,” Harry sneered. He poked a toe into the crotch of my running shorts. “We both know you’ve taken at least one cream pie, or else where would that bitch of a daughter have come from?”I fought down the urge to defend my daughter’s honour, knowing that any defence of. There was no mistaking the desire and passion in her kiss.Gradually, we made our way to the couch, and when her leg bumped against it, she pulled back from my lips and gently pushed me down. After I sat, she climbed onto my lap with her thighs straddling mine. Then she bore in for more kissing.My hands started their path up under her sweater, caressing the soft flesh along her back. Up and down her back they went. After about the third trip, it dawned on me what was different. There was no bra. ' Yup, that was about right, maybe a bit of an exaggeration on the love action bit. Funny how it had all changed. For the first five years of wedded bliss, the percentages had been the other way round; all fuck and no fist. And now the see-saw was tilted the other way. The marital bliss might be non-existent, as rare as a swallow at Christmas but there were others out there who still looked the part, hadn't let themselves go and were a whole lot more grateful for the attention than they. Fap... fap Skin squishing into spongy skin. He’s not sure if the showgirls even know he’s there. Maybe they don’t give a fuck. Maybe they’re just too into their act to care. Or, maybe they don’t want to acknowledge what pathetic hideousness sits on the other side, jerking off, releasing pent-up tensions of perversion. A tight-fisted vigilante beating out his self-indulgent wistful pleasures driven by nightly fantasies. He throttles his cock and settles back.One girl slides the other girl’s leg.