I grabbed Emily’s hips, raised her up about 9 inches and took over the fucking duties. Emily let out a little squeal, leaned forward, closed her ey...es and started to lick her juices off my face. “That’s it Alan, fuck that whore’s pussy. She needs the hardest most punishing fuck you can give her. Make her your cum slut.” Debby’s voice was really turning me on. I’m not sure about Emily as she now seemed to be in a world of her own. She had sat up now, as I settled into my rhythm. Emily was. Of course, we weren't going to tell Mike we were all checking out his mom, but all the guys thought you had the best ass in town. Walk over to that tree, let's see if you still look as good as I remember.”Feeling a little better, and emboldened by the thought of all these young bucks drooling over me, I walked over to a tree across the road and back, swaying my hips as I walked to make sure I put on a good show for him.“Damn, Pat,” he calls after me. “You still have a body that puts a lot of 20. If I had I would have found what Daddy just pulled out, a large black vibrator. He walked back to the end of the bed and took up position behind me. I hoped he was going to fuck me again to give me another chance to feel that glorious cock deep inside me.Of course I knew he wasn't, I knew the dildo would be filling me up. I felt the tip touch my back, as Daddy swirled it around in the pool of cum that covered my back. He placed the plastic cock against my backside, and waited. It was larger. She could see that as well. She mourned its loss. Like the hair on his head, he was likely to lose that hair as well. All of it. The dark manly hair she had noticed in his armpits and the soft curls on his chest as well as the shorter, flatter fuzz on his belly. And his beautiful wavy hair that curled up around his ears. She felt tears rising in her eyes. She often cried with her patients but usually at the end, not the beginning. Why are you crying? She snuffled, smile and told him not to.