He had his share of women. But old ladies who were his age, just liked to be kissed and held. Teenagers liked to have their pussies licked and get a...big sausage up their twats.They loved to tell their friends how many people they had scored with. He planned on showing Marilyn a hot time. Maybe in the future, he could be her sugar daddy. He was up for anything she'd want to do.Marilyn lived with her mother. Marvin wasn’t sure if her father was dead or she didn’t have one. Her mother had. . my daughter... my baby! Itfeels like I am having my cock touched for the very first time...Sue's digits massage my foreskin, attempting to pull it over thestretching head of my prick. I can feel Sue pull me toward her.Nina moves aside to let me at our daughter and I crawl on the couch.All this time Sue's fingers are locked around me, pulling, coaxing,squeezing. I look down into my daughter's eyes and see my own a****llust reflected there. There is no need for me to ask. She wantsthis. She is so wet that her pussy can’t keep quiet, the moisture bubbling loudly with every thrust; every thrust producing an excited moan from the woman’s throat. I squeeze her tits with all my might and she whimpers a little, but she also thrusts her arse back at me, as if urging me to go deeper.How delicious it all is, having this once shy and anxious woman at the mercy of my cock, my hard thrusts. How delicious it is having her turn into this wanton creature who just wants to be fucked. How. They shared those wicked glances again, and constantly looked over at Anya, trying to catch her eye. Their mother didn't even seem to notice; she was so busy rustling up pancakes and French toast and fruit salad that the breakfast table seemed fit to collapse under the weight of it all. Anya found she had no appetite, and excused herself, returning to her bedroom.She sat on the bed idly playing with her smartphone, trying and failing to be interested by the vapid texts and social-media posts.