I had to make love to him.Of course, there was the “problem” of Penny. She was his sister and she was there, “there” being in our lives and in...my bed.But, as it often does, it turned out I was envisaging obstacles that weren’t really there. I guess if I’d considered that he was responding to my flirtations I’d have been surer of my footing, but still and all it did appear he was open to all the hints I was dropping. At least he wasn’t telling me to knock it off or get lost.And that I. I poured her a drink and she drank it as we made smalltalk.Finally, as we ate, she said, "Daddy, what do you think of Garrett?"I truthfully said, "I like him, princess. He is smart and funny. He clearly loves you and I haven't seen anything to indicate he is mean to you in any way. You seem happy and that makes me like him. Why?" This is going to sound terrible," she said, staring into my eyes."You can tell me anything," I prompted."You won't think less of me if I say something kind of messed. You twist my head so that you can see your cock make my cheeks bulge…and I smile at you…my eyes telling you that I want to take it a little harder. With your hands either side of my head, you quicken the pace, faster and faster your cock powers into me…my eyes beginning to watering now, tears streaming down my face as you assault my mouth. My eyes blackened as my mascara runs down my face.You push hard and all I can feel is your cock at the back of my throat…I choke and hold you there for as. I shuddered, hoping Mrs. Alberts came hard hearing our passion.A trickle of my pussy juices dribbled down my thigh. My large breasts swayed, my braid of auburn hair dancing down my back. I opened the bathroom door and found Mrs. Alberts trembling on the bathroom sink, naked, her round breasts flushed. They rose and fell as she shuddered, her thighs spread, her hand rubbing at her blonde-furred muffed.I grabbed the back of her head. I felt so bold these days. I was just like my naughty mother. I.