With my hands on my father’s new chiseled chest I looked back at him with a smile and said, “Do you like it like this daddy?”My father reached t... my breasts and began to play with my nipples and said, “Oh, yes fuck me honey. Don’t stop my cum is beginning to bubble up again in my balls. I want to erupt on you so badly.”Once again I realized that I needed to slow down my father’s orgasm. I immediately popped up and off of his manhood. I spun around and kissed the head. Then I leaned down and. Following that enema treatment I’d been thinking about anal, we’d also talked about it a little, not much. I’d found out that she had tried it with my father a few times…it hadn’t worked at all. The next Sunday was a lazy day, I had some things to take care of around the house and Evelyn just relaxed. She was finally sitting without too much discomfort and back in a better frame of mind. After lunch I finished one thing that I’d started in the morning then cleaned up, found her, took her hand. She heard Billy's footstep come near her."Ready to go, Baby?" he asked, standing at the driver side headlight.Sarah smiled again, licking her lips. In a series of rapid yet graceful movements, she slid down from the hood, stood before Billy, and threw his shoulders back onto the hood. With no words she slid to her knees before him. Long red fingernails searched for the fly of his zipper. The boy behind the glass watched her sexy hand spring his hard cock free. The attendant wrapped his own. He had recently taken a new bride: half his age and strikingly beautiful.Colette was a French refugee and the talk of the village. Some said Ned was a lucky man to share his bed with such a gamine creature; while naysayers believed she’d only married the old man for his farm. Local rumour had it that Colette entertained three regular visitors during the weekdays when Ned was out in the fields: there was the young athletics instructor from the village school (all toned body and rippling.