I had the indescribable elation of watching her come by the force of my own dick. Hanging on to my own come for dear life, I withdrew and turned her o...er while she was still in aftertremors, quaking as I made her balance on hands and knees. Fucking her from behind was even more exquisite—for us both, as I gathered from her moans’ metamorphosis into screams. More than ever, I felt like primeval flesh-and-blood man, but with one very key advantage over all the other lust-crazed men out there, one. Okay, I thought, I’d better go with the flow, and returned her kiss with enthusiasm. Once more I felt my cock being stroked, but realised dimly that it was Jenny who was doing the stroking, not Sylvia. My hands though were on Sylvia’s breasts, feeling her hard nipples poking through her top. Hands tugged at my belt, and undid my zip, releasing my now hard cock into the open air. “Oh yes, very nice, Jenny, isn’t it,’ Sylvia said as she pulled away from me, looking at my swollen cock head. “Shall. .. but I wiId he would warm me up first by stroking my clitoris, not directly at first but to start off by caressing my pussy lips first. I automatically shifted to give him greater access to me and in any second, I knew I would feel his finger buried in my pussy all the way up to the middle knuckle."Brock ... honey..."Any delaying tactic would suffice but he looked at me, his eyes at half lid, his breath quickened."What's wrong?"I sighed."Nothing's ... wrong ... I just thought we'd take this. Taaki mere chuche unke seene me mehsoos ho. Main chup hogyi or papa ne kha radhika aj tum yahi sojao mere pass.Main paapa k pass sone ke liye let gayi. Papa ne light band ki or mere side me let kar mere sir pe hath ferte hue bole beta tujhe periods hote hai ya nhi . Mai to sunte hi sharma gayi or boli ye kya puch rahe ho paapa ji. Wo bole beta teri maa bhi mai hu or baap bhi. Meri baat ka jawab de. Mujhe nhi btayegi to kise btayegi. Maine sharmate hue kha haan hote hai ye to sabko hote hai. Or.