“Lizzie…” he whispered, his mouth suddenly dry.“I can see you got hard from watching me, Daddy.” She dug a finger into her hungry hole. “T...at means you liked it, right?”There was no use denying the obvious. Don swallowed hard, and replied, “Yes, baby. Watching you climax made me hard.”Beth closed her eyes as the eroticism of the moment took hold. “Mmmm… I like knowing that I make you hard Daddy.” She opened her eyes to see her father absent-mindedly adjusting his penis in his pants, totally. " "I'm not going to survive that long." "I think you will. Let's get in the back seat for a few minutes." Chris looked at his mother in confusion. "You're being punished, not me." "What does that mean?" "Come on," Allison said, taking his hand and walking him to the back door of the car. Chris followed her into the back seat where they resumed kissing. The car quickly filled with their moans of excitement. "Take my panties off," Allison whispered, lifting her skirt above her thighs. Chris. I moaned his name and my inner muscles squeezed his cock greedily. He grunted and slid half way out then back into me. His cock felt so good caressing my insides, but I wanted more. I pushed my ass against him and ground out, ‘Harder!’ His arm tightened around me and he pulled almost all of the way out then slammed back into me, two, three, four times. ‘Oh God, yes!’ I moaned, my hips thrusting with his. He let go of my middle and leaned up on his knees, grabbing me around the hips. A deep. Turning and twisting his way without ever knowing the reasons why, as if his life was his fated destiny to be at the right place at the right time, he had to take a detour and walk down the main road for a couple of blocks before cutting back to the relative safety of the residential neighborhood. Sometimes but not always referring to himself in the third person, understandably not always wrapped too tight after all he’s been through, he experiences one if not all of the side effects of being.