Asked me to find one. Said it was... personal.” The mage glanced at me, pleasure crossing his face.“Personal?” I asked, my breasts jiggling as I...shuddered, thrusting two fingers into my juicy snatch. I ached to be filled. By my father's cock. He hadn't fucked me all day. I needed him in me. As much as I hated being with him, I burned for the incestuous pleasure of his dick filling me.“Yes, yes, fuck my pussy!” Greta moaned. “Ooh, yes, ram that cock into me. You love it, Shevoin!”“Such a tight. ..A road crew supervisor in southern Ontario hired Herb from Newfoundland, to paint the yellow line down the middle of highway 10 heading up toward Wasaga Beach. He was skeptical about hiring him since he didn't have any painting background; however, he appeared enthusiastic and told him that he really needed the job. At least his wife Lorrie-Jane, told him so.He explained to Herb, that his work day would be to complete 2 miles of centerline on the road. He was set up with brushes and paint and. She was wearing a conservative but sexy red and black dress. The dress was mid-thigh length, fairly tight and had a low-cut top. As she got closer, I was hoping she would sit in one of the other two vacant seats in my aisle. Then she snapped me out of my daze when she asked whether the window seat was free. She quickly put her bag in the overhead and I got a quick look at her nice looking butt. As she stretched to put her bag away, I could make out the lines of her thong and also her garter. Then she woke up after 20 minutes and told me that the fucking session was fantastic. Before starting our second innings, she went to the toilet and came back and sat beside me.I kissed her forehead and lips. Her boobs were slightly reddish color now. My nail marks were all over her boobs.She went to the kitchen and brought some snacks.After we had our snacks, she said she wants to be fucked in her ass as her late husband fucked her more in that hole.I readily agreed and turned her and smooched.