My tart musk filled the air, mixing with my daughter’s tang. Her voice soothing. Her tight butt-cheeks rippled. I couldn’t cum in my daughter, but… I froze at that. My cock was rock hard as I felt her nubile body rubbing against my body. I couldn’t stop fucking her either. Enjoyable. The ache built at the tip. She was a slender and lean girl, only eighteen but not for much longer. She seized our daughter’s bushy hair. He also understood now as he nodded his head. I groaned, pumping hard, fast. She mounted it, her naked tits swaying. “Yes!” my wife hissed. He smacked his hand right into my daughter’s cunt. Sparks burst through me. Why was I doing this? But that should be a man’s job. I had two pieces of chicken and devoured a large salad, my wife’s homemade vinaigrette seasoning it to perfection. “Oh, yes, Daddy! See! I lay back down on the bed, these naughty thoughts filling my mind. Fast. My daughter’s back arched. “Oh, Mitch, she’s going to make me explode. I’m sorry your mother overreacted.”
I ground my teeth as my daughter darted off in those tight shorts she wore.
