I could feel the pussy juices flowing out of my cunt and running down my legs and I would have killed for a stiff cock up my ass or deep in my pussy, ...ut I knew it wouldn't happen that night. I was just so incredibly turned on being a whorish slut with my husband right behind me whispering "good girl" and "You are such a sexy fucking whore" and "You are my filthy slut wife" in my ear.Number six was much older and he came quickly. He pulled out and shot his load on my pregnant belly and I. “She knows. We called her as soon as we realized that there was more than friendship between us.”He seemed surprised at the news that there was a hotel. “What hotel?!!?” he demanded. “You said you were staying with him this weekend.”“And she did,” I assured him. “But to make sure that we minimized the disruption to everyone else’s life, we spent the weekend at a hotel. We went shopping on Friday, had family dinner with my father last night and checked out this morning and came here to tell you. He was done for a while. However, at thirty-eight, he still had good recuperative powers. He fucked Savanna twice more before they left their woodland love nest. Her pussy was sore as hell and so full of cum that it soaked through her panties. She took them off and tossed them to the back of the van. Her skirt was soon soaked with cum too. As he drove her home, Andy asked. “Are you alright baby?” “Yeah. I think so. I’m terribly sore, but I think I’ll be okay,” she replied. “Good. I wouldn’t. He must have felt lonely and Alice's heart took a decisive blow when shediscovered a last hidden photo with a photomontage of Tom's face on hismother's body. It was a dated picture parents, where both were stillvery young and Alice was probably not yet born.Something snapped inside Alice, she must make her father happy.Certainly, Tom would have a very important role in this, but maybe shecould convince him shoot some more pictures and who knows even a datewith her dad. The least that she could.