“That’s your daughter, that’s our daughter!!” Helen gasped, a shocked expression on her face. “God no! He could almost come just listening to how turned on his wife seemed to sound. AHH…”
Her orgasm ripped through her, her back arched and her legs spasmed. “Honey no of course not!” John stated, his face reddening. “God no! His mind reeling at what had just happened. She flopped back down and threw her head into the pillow so her cries wouldn’t be heard as her juices streamed out into her leggings, her orgasm finally subsiding. His mind reeling at what had just happened. Johns cock was now hard, he nudged it against Helens backside. His cock was not going down, he was trying to push thoughts out of his head of his daughter thrashing around on her bed, thrusting that carrot in and out of her wet little snatch. Helens face flushed. John glanced down nervously at Helens chest, her breathing was noticeable and he could see her nipples starting to show through her nightie. “God no! “Err… “Well I guess our little darling is growing up” Helen grinned and raised an eyebrow
“Maybe you should have a chat with her?” John suggested, the thought of what he did last night came back to him, causing a flash of guilt.
