I let her lay on the table moaning as I got ready for the next part of my battle plan... Now that I had her sized and lubed good (or like I like to sa... "loosed and juiced"!), she was ready for me to step things up. I moved up behind her and slid into her again as far as I could go. Then I grabbed her wrists and pulled her a little way away from the edge of the desk so I wouldn't hurt her. When she was in position I began fucking her. Hard. Fast. Deep. I didn't give her any break and I didn't go. He tried again but when he lunged I stepped aside and shoved him down. I had enough time to throw my pants on before he tried some wanna be MMA take down move on me. I didn’t mean to toss him down the stairs, it was really his own fault! Lindsey’s was yelling “don’t hurt him” her dad got up and said “don’t hurt him? He’s a fucking dead man!” “I was talking to him DAD!” She was right this Jack was only five six and one seventy five soaking wet. I was just trying to make an exit, and find my. Her hot pussy felt good as it wrapped around his meat as he held his cock deep inside her for just a few seconds. Matty had never had a man fill her so completely and the feeling was beyond comprehension. After the initial attack Derrick started pounding his step sister furiously, rolling up on the balls of his feet to get the maximum penetration. Each time he thrust in her, the lower part of her back hit the wall, making a thumping sound. Each time her back hit the wall it forced the breath. When they were little, I enjoyed their company and loved them more than life itself. Now, though, the children I loved are two adult males with whom I have nothing in common. In each other’s company, we are bored, awkward, and in my opinion better off with our memories of each other. With my wife, it’s different. She has some inner need for more than I can give her. My oldest son moved to Chicago. For the first several months after his move, Karen seemed alright, but after that, it was as if.