I moved her hand inside my boxer and started moving my cock. Then we were continuously smooching each other. We exchanged our saliva, we sucked each o...her’s tongue. Then I moved my hands inside her t-shirt and started caressing her. Then she whispered just one hour more then I will get down so lets move to restroom fast. So we moved to the western toilet one after the other. So after entering, we again started smooching heavily, we didn’t worry about, we were so high. Then I lifted her and. Her slacks slid easily across her ankles and off as he tossed them aside as he stood at the edge of the bed. She sat up on the bed, her breasts hanging loosely. Her hands reached up and her palms flattened against his chest hair. She smiled a smile of amusement and passion as her hands ran down his chest and found the button on his jeans. She looked up at him as her hands worked the button open, her fingers trembled nervously as she reached for the tang of his zipper. It was obvious to her even. I began to realize that perhaps my father wasn't regularly doing Mom when I was rifling through their chest of drawers one time and I came across a box of condoms there. So, I figured since there were rubbers, that meant that Daddy and Mommy used them whenever they'd fuck. When I went through their drawers again several months later and the same number of condoms was there as the first time, I immedately started to suspect that Dad and Mom weren't getting it on regularly. Too bad for Mom. I. It was all he’d dreamt of since the first time. It was in his mind every morning, every night in the shower, the sting of hot water and the blur of his fist. And now he was here and she was real and it was real and he didn’t want it to ever end. She felt sublime around him; her pussy adjusted to the hard stroke of his cock and he fit her so completely and perfectly, it felt like nobody else could ever compare.His hands went to her waist, holding her still as he pounded into her. Skin to skin..