John got things started. “Fuck me Daddy. Indian porn “Why don’t you come over on Saturday.” Carol said
“I don’t want to be a third wheel honey.” I replied/
Maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed over the past month she had been wearing increasingly less around the house. You want that cock don’t you?”
“Yes, please.”
“You want to suck your Daddy’s cock, don’t you?”
“Yes. I could almost see the scene from above, a lean forty-four year old father, tan and sinewy, thrusting his member into a soft, pale red-headed young girl, his daughter, as she cried out for his orgasm. Your cock looked so amazing. “I remember that.”
“I thought about setting you up with my roommate so I could maybe hear you fucking and have her tell me about it later. Once my tongue slipped inside and I tasted her, I couldn’t control myself. But I didn’t really want anyone else fucking you.”
“Wow.”
“When I was home I spied on you showering. She was still loving his cock, swallowing the length of his long slim hard-on over and over, her big tits swinging, her ass up in the air.
