"Oh my God daddy you are so big!"I sat back in the corner of the sofa, rubbing my wet pussy, as I watched him fuck her. He shifted her sideways a litt...e so she could lay her head down and he could get a knee on the sofa. He was now fucking her a little harder. She had one leg on the top of the sofa and the other spread wide open giving him full access. She was dripping wet as his balls slapped her ass. Her eyes were closed and her mouth wide open as she moaned in pleasure. He continued fucking. I knew how close the house had come to burning to the ground forty years ago. It was like the old guy was in a rush to make this place of my ancestors familiar and the history of it mine.He told me about his four wives. As he said some were good and one was bad. That was the last one. "The bitch thought I was a ticket to the good life for her. Ellie, that was wife number three, left me some money and Berta, number four, knew about it. But she was a wild one in bed and I put up with a lot for a. I had been duped by a Spanko for sure. “So how many times have you done this,” I asked. “I have not done this for about four years now because I was in a relationship, but that is over now.”“So young man, you have been a naughty boy and you think that you deserve a spanking. Is that true,” she asked. I immediately adapted to the role and answered, “Yes Ma’am, I do not listen very well and deserve to be punished.” “You certainly do, and I think that after this day you will pay closer attention. I hate knickers crawling up my arse. The conversation that followed was a little surreal.It was as we were old friends that hadn’t seen each other for a couple of years, rather than the actual thirty years it was. It wasn’t as if we had really dated, either. We’d had for all intent just screwed each other stupid for five weeks. Well, that was mostly how I remembered it.I asked him if he was still picking up girls from nightclubs, to Joe’s amusement and something for me to say.He shook his head,.