I had to close my e-mail,walk away and take a breather.Might have been your first attempt at flirting, and youmight have thought you were mild and gen...tle, but, Dad,you knocked me out of my seat. You can imagine thenaughty thoughts I had… the very naughty thoughts I’mhaving right now.You’re my inspiration to write another story. It’scompletely based on you, but don’t worry, when I submitit, I’ll make it anonymous. I’ll let you know if theypost it, but. Messily. All over his bed. He had to stop his fucking, as he said he was too close to coming. He withdrew from her pussy and sat on the edge of the bed for a while, lighting up a smoke. I stroked his belly with my foot, and he rubbed my sole first with his hand then with his cock. We laughed, and she wrapped her arms around me. We lay close together for a long while. The music changed to GnR’s Paradise City. He smoked, rubbed the big metal rings in his pierced ears, and flicked his hair over to. They had to make their own trail through this part of the forest, a desolate corner of the Adirondacks. The athletic women picked up their pace. The first flash of lightening caused Mel to start counting to herself. One thousand one, one thousand two, one thousand... Crack! "Agggggh!"The sky splitting sound of the thunder covered up the beginning of another sound. The girls stopped and looked at each other. Melanie's eyes had a look of terror."What was that?" It sounded like a scream, over to. Her ass is bouncing off the bench like she is getting fucked hard. She’s lost in her desire to cum. Fingers are tweaking her clit, stroking it like a small little cock. Juices are dripping from her pussy. Her pussy lips are so engorged, swollen, begging to be pleased.My hand is hard around my cock. I can feel every vein with each stroke. My balls are so full, they hang so low, waiting, hoping, begging for release. I’m matching this sweet woman stroke for stroke. Each time that bottle hits.