“Pink, I'm not too sure Aaron would wear pink underwear though,” Russel said.“Well, you never know,” I replied.Then he pulled off my pants com...pletely and threw them on the floor.“You aren't a virgin are you?” Russel asked.“Hell no, why are you a virgin?” I asked.“Hell no,” Russel replied.Then he climbed back to me and gave me another kiss. He slowly took off my shirt as well exposing my matching bra that went with my panties. I saw his pants and his cock was still extremely hard, you'd have to. "I couldn't believe that my husband was even telling me this. "Do you want me to?" I asked."If you want to," answered my husband. He showed me his hand."Is this good?" I asked."Yes," answered my husband, "I don't think he'll be able to beat it."I knew that we couldn't afford a $22,000 debt, but I also knew that we already couldn't afford $11,000 so I whispered "yes." Sorry," whispered my husband as I followed him into the kitchen. When we got into the kitchen I could see John leaning back on a. He shuddered, gulping for air, his chest heaving. His cock was buried to the hilt, her ass keeping him a prisoner. “Don’t take it out!” she screeched, her hips rotating frantically. She wrenched her body and slammed her pussy down on her father’s cock, grinding her clit on his groin. Another orgasm rifled through her pussy.Ashwin was exhausted. He dropped back, his cum-coated cock popping from her tight ass. He saw his cum dribbling from her ass. “God,” he rasped, falling back on the floor to. Pepper okay?" Um, Dad, I was wondering – could we have some wine?"I was momentarily surprised. I rarely drink, and I had never shared alcoholic beverages with my daughter."Why do you ask, sweetheart?" I queried."Dad, I think I need something to calm my nerves. It's been a very hard day, with the breakup and all – maybe the hardest since the day Mom died." I understand, baby. I'm sorry it's been so hard. I'll pour us some wine," I conceded, once again caving in to my little girl, "but just one.