”“You’re not.”“Do you find it, rather kinky?” He asked eyeing her available cleavage.“Yes,” she blushed.“I don’t think a father ha...s ever been charged or convicted of incest. I love my girls and they love me in ways most people wouldn’t understand.”“I’m a heavy sleeper and Cathy was seducing me in my sleep weeks before she admitted to it. She’s a younger version of her mother and I guess she reminds me of Laura so much, it quite often feels like she isn’t dead.”Just crossing the Moira River. She was fun and had a sense of humour. She seemed to like me, because unlike many other men, I hadn’t immediately sent her a ‘dick pic’. Far from it, I was respectful and was genuinely interested in her. Although many years her senior, I learnt a lot from her, about women in general and their attitude towards men (and women) and relationships.There was a time where I made a comment and thought I may have offended her and apologised. She said it was fine and she understood what I had meant and. I feel her juices running down over my shaft and out her vagina onto my swollen up lifted balls. I squint my eyes to watch her body move on top of me. She has head tilted up and her eyes closed. Her nipples are rock hard and her flat tummy moving the opposite direction of her hips as she grinds on the thick meat that is in her lovely young snatch. I feel my head moving in and out, kissing her cervix every time she pushes forward. She's got her hands on her nipples pulling them, rubbing them in. He could totally see my cock and sack hanging out of the leg of my shorts. I began stroking until it was rock hard and beads of pre-cum dripped onto the bare concrete. I could hear his breathing speed up as his cock began pushing against his jeans. I pulled my shorts to my knees and freed my cock and began slowly working the shaft and staring at him. Licking my lips and stroking the head of my cock, I asked him to take his out too. His cock was huge, twice the size of mine and easily bigger.