“Yes ... Quite.” She confirms, looking like someone who thinks she might not be getting away with her cover-story.“In that case...” Says Andy,...looking away from her to the camera, “I think you should start acting like a complete dogslut...” He reaches out to the camera and beckons it in, almost like he’s grabbing the lens and pulling it toward our guest.Prim and proper she may look, but she takes the hint, and does her best impression of the dirtiest girls she’s seem on our show over the years.. Why pay for whores when he had three daughters at home. Life at home could get to be very exciting. He could keep his wife knocked up while he fucked the daughters. His own mother had birthed eighteen c***dren and he loved big families and he loved fucking. He would spend hours with a whore and then go home and fuck his wife till he knocked her up again.As he thought about his young daughters cunts he fucked Kat hard. She seemed to love having his cock deep in her love hole. She never stopped. " She explained that while the ship was out (meaning our crew, of course), she'd gotten used to an occasional night out with just her female friends. "You know, just window shopping or getting together to bitch about our husbands. Girl stuff." I asked why she didn't get enough of that at the Wives' Club meetings. She said the combined crew Wives' Club had a lot of women she didn't get along well with.Gar, I never understood why she didn't just call it off. She could never explain it later,. “I’m not wearing panties.”My glibness astounded even me.“God,” he replied, or breathed, or something, his eyes lighting up like he’d just won the lottery as he cupped my pussy with his right hand, apparently needing confirmation. In response I simply moaned, unable to stop my hips from rolling against his palm, grinding my already soaked cunt against his fingers, whimpering as I felt one, no two, slide between my folds and violate me in the most delicious manner. Maybe it should have bothered.