With his right hand he pressed her ass down as he pushed up, his left held her neck down to keep her as close as possible and within kissing range at ...all times.Whenever his lungs had enough air in them for another kiss he pulled her in and tasted her lips, felt the look in her eyes burn into his mind, saw them fog up when his thrusts caught her off guard and saw the determination and complete lack of regret in them on his way out. He could agree with that, now that they had crossed the line and. ." Stopping in my tracks I did not see Mom. I saw the shirtless, muscled back of my father. Dressed only in his pajama bottoms he was in the kitchen cooking. He never cooks!He looked up at me and smiled saying, "Good morning sweetie. Your Mom went over to Aunt Gina's so I figured I would make brunch for my girls."Seeing him like this he looked like the father I have always known, except for the cooking part. He often walked around the house shirtless and I never thought anything of it before.. She and I were cleaning up one of the last theatre’s to show a flick when she decided to have some fun with me. I was cleaning up the lower rows when suddenly she begins to scream. I run up to her in the last row, “what is it, you alright?” “Who in the hell fucks on a dirty floor of a movie theatre?” she asked, “that is so damn disgusting!” I look around and right in front of her is a used condom and just smiled amazed that someone got away with sex in a theatre without anyone complaining about. After a few minutes of that I pushed her on to the arm rest of the couch, face down. Her stomach was resting on the arm rest and her butt was facing up. It’s amazing up to this point we hadn’t said too much, it was all intuition… and we didn’t say too much after this point either. I took my cock out of my pants, just brining the zipper down (not taking them off) and with my dick head on my hand and I parted her short robe to one side…Sheryl was facing forward not even looking at me, I can still.