My husband undressed, then told Andy to fuck me. Andy moved eagerly on top, and my already well fucked hole willingly took him in. He was more control...ed this time, kissing me, taking his time, wanting to please me. It was a lovely change from the harder fucking at the party, and I loved the growing sensitivity and sensation as my body responded to him. When I told him I was going to come I thought he'd speed up but he kept the same pace through my orgasm, and beyond, and when I started to come. What I get instead is a cock right in the face, though a bit disappointed I take the cock in my mouth, noticing that it feels a bit different, but I don’t care, anything I can do to get my dad to fuck my ass as soon as possible. I suck it, running my tongue around the tip, and using it to feel all the exposed veins. But I don’t hear a single moan, which surprised me a bit, and the bitter salty cum that was my dad’s tasted different somehow, a sweeter, muskier, tangier pre-cum now. Before I have. Standing at the doorway was Sarah, in tears and looking visibly shaken. I abruptly stopped stroking and sat up in bed. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, I didn't know you were going to just open the door." I'm sorry dad, I hope I didn't embarrass you. It's just that...", she said, before stopping to choke back a cough and a wimper."No, you didn't embarrass me. What's wrong, what happened?" I asked."Dad, I had a horrible dream, and I woke up and thought it really happened --" she paused, and then burst. She would stop sucking but continue stroking me and looked to be admiring her favorite toy before dropping her mouth over me again. Things began to stir in the balls she was fumbling and I think she got a few tastes of pre-cum because she went to just one hand at the base of my cock and rocking her head over the first 3 or 4 inches until I hunched a little and I saw my stomach roll, like a muscle spasm, as my cum rose. I began to grunt and when I groaned at my first shot she stopped her hand.