He feels me relax and tells me yesssssss, that is my little slut and begins to fuck my face with abandon. Tears are running down my face and I feel to...ally helpless, but my hands are rubbing my pussy frantically and I feel a orgasm rushing to explode through me.......I can't believe this big cock is in my mouth like this, I never thought I could even get the tip in. Now I find 6 inches of his big cock in my mouth hitting the back of my throat with each powerful thrust. I am scared at how. And we LOVED sex. We always flited with our friends and really enjoyed the times when we one would watch the other making out with one of our friends, and while the furthest either of us got was either giving or getting head, or eating pussy or getting pussy eaten; we’d never really had an opportunity to take it to the next level. We always fantasized about it, talked about it but never really went through with it. It was a real turn on for both of us as we had, in the past; watched each other. Dad would inevitably turn to sport, our single subject of common interest. “Hey, Teddy, you know the last time the Yankees played the Cubs at Wrigley on a 101 degree day, Bernie Williams hit two homers?” I’d nod along, feigning interest, as he reeled off a series of even more mind-numbing stats. Finally, Mom would interject by trying to steer the conversation to art – her single subject of common interest with Dad.That was my best guess at how he’d landed her. Mom had been an aspiring art. How come..”He told” no maasi…I don’t like all these silly girls…they r so stupid and immature.”Now he was looking at me from top to bottom and staring at my boobs. I asked “what type of girls u like then”He told, “I like matured girls…who have understanding and r not stupid…but problem is that all such girls r married”I asked, “Did u like someone”He said” yes…I liked a didi near my house…she was very nice but got married…I also like one more. She is very beautiful…but she is already married.”I.