In her mind, hoping it would be over soon, as she became sore. It was no different than when she was a whore, just more at one time."'Tis be th' the h...ur to plug ye rump 'n bang th' strumpets, wee lass," as a pirate spat on his palm and rubbed his spit long her asshole and pushed his cock into her ass. She felt as if a broiled hog as her mouth was stuffed with a crooked cock-shank stretching her jowls. She moaned in pleasure making it seem as authentic as she could. She hoped she’d see the. We park in a lot nearby and we get out and start walking. We window shop and soon we’re there, and we get an ice cream and we walk, continuing our window shopping. We look like a typical Dad and Daughter, but we hold hands, and we laugh, and every so often when we are in a shop, or out of view, I grab your ass or push my hand between your legs, rubbing your ass and pussy through your jeans. You and I are both horny and having loads of fun. At one store I find this cute necklace that you love. Did she really do it, fuck the handsome steward on our wedding night? I couldn’t believe it! As I approached her labia, I parted them with my tongue and drove it deeply into her cunt. There it was, that unmistakable taste of a man’s semen, thick and salty! ‘Oh yes baby, lick my sore pussy, and eat his sweet cum. He must have shot at least three loads in there, not to mention the two he left up my ass for you!’ I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My bride was not only admitting being. I guessed that Anna was fucking Sean, since they were doing a movie together again. I also had a fuck-buddy I'd discovered; an attractive girl who worked at the studio making one of my books into a movie. We all claimed fatigue and jet lag as an excuse, but I knew there was something deeper going on.I guess our worst traits came out that day. We weren't speaking to each other by late afternoon. Anna and Abby had finished off two bottles of wine between them; each had a buzz on. I guessed that.