Why…”“Yes?” He waited for me to make my point.I stood there, feeling stupid and obvious. I wanted him to fuck me, right now! I wanted to feel ...is thick hard cock inside me. I wanted him to tear this dress off me and rip it to shreds so that I would have to be forever naked in his arms. I wanted to taste his cum and suck his hard cock and...and…“Nothing.” I said and turned away from him, pulling my dress over my breasts.“What is wrong?”I stood there with my arms crossed. I debated telling him. .." I know you do. But, you know the rules. On your hands and knees, my fucking pregnant cow. You need to be milked. Those tits are just too heavy and this pussy?" He smacks his hand against my already dripping pussy lips, making me gasp out and groan in pleasure. "This pussy needs a good milking to, while we're at it." Doing as I was told, I carefully move so I'm on my hands and knees, legs still apart so he can get to my shaven pussy. I know exactly what he's going for too when he climbs off. I don't really want to know what he is up to with her." Oh. I see. It was just that ... if he actually wanted to marry her, he would have to get your approval, wouldn't he?" My approval? Don't be daft, Margo! Why would I consent to that? I haven't even divorced him yet." Divorce? How do you mean, Freda?" Well, I haven't got around to instituting divorce proceedings yet, with me being out in the sticks."Margo was suddenly aware of how limited the teacher's understanding of Rehome really was. She. Then at about 12.30 am, I heard my Dad imploring me Mum to give him it. I heard her say that she was tired, but Dad kept on and on at her. He's very persistant. I guess it must have been about 2.00 o'clock before I finally heard my Mum start to moan as she finally gave in to him and he achieved penetration. I was really aroused and masturbating myself by the time I heard Mum and then Dad achieve climax. Then, on Saturday, the girl who does the laundry (and provides other services for Dad).