"Yes. Too long, I think." Both my wife and son looked at me as if I had gone crazy. Perhaps I had.I called up Lisa's dad while Jake and his mom cleane...d up. It was set. This coming Sunday we would have a nice ham dinner. I would pick up the groceries in the morning.I admit I just couldn't get enough of Lisa's ass, mouth, and pussy. I wanted to see if her infidelity was simply a matter of keeping her well fucked. They had a trip planned in a couple of weeks. Would she still need to go? Part of me. It was something I really missed being at college, good food and finding out what the family had been up to. Then it happened. My mobile beeped and so did Dad’s. We both reached for our phones and Mum said how rude people were these days reading texts at the dinner table. She had no idea how rude it was. I didn’t recognise the number because it wasn’t stored in my phone but when I opened it I knew exactly who it was from. I’d know that foaming gash anywhere. Lorna must have got my number from. He was absorbed in her textbook on François-Marie Arouet, better known under his nom de plume, Voltaire.Hunter was full of surprises. He was deeper than she’d believed, more knowledgeable, his interests broad. Despite being conversationally challenged, in the little he’d said he revealed a sharp mind. He was educated, articulate, and intelligent. He was a health nut, too, careful of what he ate, rarely consuming alcohol. She knew he left the apartment late at night to run for exercise. She’d. ” He pushed off of him and onto the floor. I was on my knees bent over with my head against floor and I felt him rubbing his cock up and down my willing slit.“Give it to me Daddy, please?” I reached between my legs and guided him into me. In one long hard thrust he was buried inside my snatch. He slapped my ass hard as he started to pound into me from behind. “Oh fuck Jessica! You’re so fucking tight, Daddy loves being inside you.” he called me by his daughter’s name which made the whole thing.