“Oh, I see, but the other night when I came into your room you had daddy’s penis in your mouth. What do you get when you do that?” “Jewelry, m...y dear. Jewelry.”A family is at the dinner table. The son asks the father, “Dad, how many kinds of boobs are there?” The father, surprised, answers, “Well, son, a woman goes through three phases. In her 20s, a woman’s breasts are like melons, round and firm. In her 30s and 40s, they are like pears, still nice, hanging a bit. After 50, they are like. And yet, the thrill of exposing himself to her, the pull of the thin chain as she fastened it around him, the tiny, shameful tinkling as he stood unbuttoned, naked before her, in the library of all places, amid Proust and Keats and Dante. Nothing could have been more intoxicating – or more hellish – than this. He descends the stairs again, tea tray in hand, desperately trying to order his thoughts. ‘What’s that?’ Edward is shaken back to the present, the draughty hallway, the cacophony of. I wish I can find someone like you” I reached out to place my hand on his arm, but I tipped the salt shaker over. We both began looking under the table.“There it is!” Daddy said before he dived down to get the salt shaker from under the table. Meanwhile, I spread my legs, giving him a complete view of my pussy. I was looking over the table, but I knew he was mesmerized by his daughter’s tight pussy. I began leaking like a broken tap at the thought of that alone! I put my hand down there and. She was moaning and breathing deeply now as the animated toy brought her to peak after peak of pleasure. For myself, I knew I was also close to cumming and I wondered how Jane would react when I shot my load over her hand."Can you put it in your ass?" Said Jane suddenly. I felt her tits tense up in my hands as she asked the question."Oh God, yes!" cried my wife. Her orgasms seemed almost continuous as she slid the toy up and down her soaked slit.Sandra leaned back so that she was almost lying.