Looking her nude, my cock began throbbing. I held her hand and then her waist. She was protesting only with mild words but not with her gestures. As I...pulled her towards me, my cock poked her left buttock; she took my cock in her hand and pushed it away from her buttocks but did not leave it. She kept holding my cock and kept uttering that i should leave her and she will fix my dinner. I even moved little away from her but she still kept holding my cock by stretching her hand. I then turned her. . where was Billy and what did he know of it?“Um ... Amy, wow ... that’s one head of a wake-up call, princess! Your mouth feels heavenly! But ... you’re still wearing your wedding band. You went through with the wedding, but where does this leave you and Billy?” I asked my daughter, truly puzzled for a moment.“With this,” Amy produced a piece of paper that had my own handwriting, much to my shock.The writing wasn’t too bad, given that it was mine, and no, I didn’t try to read it while she was. John continued what he was doing, using his fingers to bring her that much closer. Finally, she could hold back no more as she tumbled over the edge, her juices squirting all over his face, down his hand, and soaking the bed. Her body shook and trembled, lights flashing before she lost temporary consciousness. Her body soon started to relax as the orgasm little by little left her body, making her feel as limp as a dishrag.He moved over to sit by the bed, watching her relax. Jazzy opened her. I heard him sucking it clean. He plunged it into my welcoming cunt. Then another. He reached up and found my g-spot. I moaned, totally weak. "Please fuck me," I begged. He said, "That's not the way this works." He traced his sticky fingers on my asshole. He started to fuck my ass again. He used two fingers. Then three. "You're hurting me," I gave. "Already? I guess I know your weak spot then." He disappeared. He pressed a dildo to the outside of my cunt. He steadily plunged it in. I cried.