I tried to put it at the back of my mind but it wouldn't go. All I could picture was my father's cock unloading his balls into the cervix of my wife.I...had a restless night; she never rang and didn't email me. I had got up out of bed and had a wash got dressed and was having a mug of coffee when the phone rang. I answered the phone; it was my father. He told me that Julie would be back later and that she was still in bed after an exhausting night. With that he hung up. I hung up and carried on. "You are a bad girl, my Love. A very bad girl" he says. "You are wet." There will be punishment. Of course.Rising from his knees he took me by the hand and sat on the futon, pulling me around and laying me over his knee as for a spanking. But he did not spank me. Again he handled me, stroked me, relaxed me, aroused me, teased me. He moved my body, spreading my knees and raising my arms over my head, opening my body in all the ways a woman is supposed to keep private. Only when I am panting with. We were both enjoying the accomplishment to the max, staying still for a moment or so until I needed the air and moved my head back, keeping the lips tightly closed for sending deep sensation to his balls of his cock being sucked and massaged by the throat. Feeling my head move back and sensing the pace, Edgar began to fuck my mouth with very powerful strokes. Soon he was growling, grunting being ready to spew, spray his thick young boy cream. He was again using his hands on my head to keep his. .. ooohhh! And God, the tip of it's so big... he's got it pushed up against her down there! Liza's on her knees with her... fanny, oh, God, her bottom is pushed up against him... Oh Tony, lick my pussy, lick my pussy deeper!" Sam had his lust-swollen cockhead lodged in the soft outer folds of Jeannie's wantonly widespread pussy, and suddenly Tony and Melanie heard a voice from the other room. It was Jeannie, pleading with her teasing tormentor."Fuck my cunt, you son-of-a-bitch! I'm going crazy!.