"Suit yourself."Lindsey went bouncing over to their father and flung herself into his arms. Ben hugged her, but cautiously. 'If I can get turned on by...one of my daughters, can it happen with the others?' he wondered. Of all the girls, Lindsey looked and acted the most like his ex-wife, and physically was the most his type, if he thought about it, which he strained not to. Her big breasts, way more than a handful, mashed against his chest and by trying to force himself not to think about it, it. She surprised me when she licked it off her lip and smiled. I told her that she could control where it went if she had given him a hand job instead. She said that she really liked that idea, so the next night which was a Saturday, the three of got together and went to the porn sober (first time we went sober). After a little time of playing with her titties I reminded her that it was her turn to give the hand job. When I stuck my hand down her pants her pussy was soaking wet, even wetter than. She rubbed her wet pussy and spread her labia open before lowering hercunt over his heaven pointing erection. The position was a fitting metaphor for the sweet hard fuck session that ensued; it was indeed Leslie that was doing the hard fucking, as Paul surrendered to her wild riding pleasure. As her ass bucked wildly and her pussy clenched and kneaded his shaft, he shifted, resting his weight on both elbows as his mouth reached for her jingling tit which he sucked on as she fucked him harder.. I loved the power I had over this sexy creature. That too was different, she wasn't a human being anymore. She was just an object to be used as I pleased."Crawl to the house bitch, or the whole town will know about your horse fucking."Lori reluctantly began crawling along the path to our house. She looked over her shoulder as she started, looking worried and scared."Please, just tell me what you want, and I'll do it. Just don't tell anyone about this.", she begged."Shut the fuck up, bitch!", I.