But the others must have loosened me up enough that I was able to take the full 10 inches. “Way to go Cunt,” they all said, “We’re all ready f...r you now. How about some of that AnalEase” I didn’t think it was necessary as I was just dripping down below but I grabbed the tube and put a little on each cock, stroking the full length of each dick. Boy, were they right. They were now all as hard as a rock. I was proud of my accomplishment and grinned in anticipation of what would happen next.They. ”“But Dad, I like it here with you,” she pleaded.“Yes honey, but you know I’m your step dad, your real dad is Harold Peters, mom’s first husband, you can’t stay with me.”“Why not?” Sylvie asked.“It ain’t right, folks will talk,” he said.“Do you think people will think you are screwing me?” she asked.“Er, well I wasn’t going to put it so crudely,” he replied, “But yes, that’s about the size of it.”“That’s not fair,” Sylvie insisted, “Why should I move out because Mom can’t keep her knickers. The smile I had missed. I smiled back. Her eyes went down to my crotch and she noticed the tent in my pants. She smiled again. I nodded and held up two fingers. She nodded this time. Her eyes locked into mine, she resumed riding the horny old cop.I unzipped my pants walking towards them.“Sir, listen….I didn’t….” Lallan said tentatively.“Shut up.” I said bending in my knees and positioning my dick right behind my wife’s asshole.I spat on my dick a few times and started pushing it into her. "I like mydinners... meaty!"She timed her lunge with her words. Her slick, greasy fuckpole matedwith my equally-slick, greasy love nest in one quick thrust. I gruntedaloud - from surprise, not pain. After the previous two days, I waswell beyond hurting from her sexual advances. At the same time, hergreasy hand softly stroked my own rigid love rod.I raised upright on my knees. Dianna held me close, thrusting in andout firmly. She continued to stroke my 'clit' with one hand whilepinching my.