Bryant wasn’t one for slow sex, he pumped her pussy harder and hard making her tear up in pain. After about 5 minutes he slowed down noticing she wa... drooling through her mouth all over his desk. He removed his cock slowly admiring the juices coming out with it, she had cum at least twice, but he liked to hold it in as long as he could. Leaving a long string of spit from where she had drooled on his desk, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and put her on her knees. Mascarra was. But it wasn’t a customer who came ambling into the garage though. It was Dad. ‘Mornin’,’ he said in a throaty voice as he limped across the shop, cane in hand. I was so shocked to see him, I couldn’t move, couldn’t respond. He was dressed in his typical garage uniform—navy coveralls and steel-toed boots. How had he managed to get them on by himself? ‘Coffee on?’ he asked. I nodded. ‘Good. I could use one. You?’ Again, I nodded. ‘Whatcha got on the books for today?’ Dad inquired as he lumbered. She giggled with a naughty smile.“You farted like I opened a coke bottle.“Oh I fart like that. I’m sorry…”“No, I enjoyed your fart also.”“Now sir, let me feel the cock.”“Oh yes, here is the cock.”He took his penis in his hand and advanced into her rectum. “Oh!” he felt a surge of joy, going further deeper into her already farted rectum.“Oh! My! Ah! Haha!! Aah!!”Her joyous moans were telling him to push deeper. He was feeling like burning for this act of sex, giving him more joy than ever. Soon. O pussy. He said "damn, I have dreamt of this" and started undressing. His cock was more than half hard when he stepped out of his shorts and he was stroking his long black cock looking at my wife and she was rubbing her pussy saying " my you are a big one aren't you?" She said "you did good Honey."He climbed between her thick white thighs and she spread them even farther for him. I told her I wanted to see her guide it in for him. She told me to get a towel she didn't want me cumming all over.