With one hand, he pulled his boxers down while the other was still touching me.He took my hand and placed it on his penis, and took my other hand and ...placed it on his bare chest.I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and stroked it in an up and down motion.He moaned against my lips as I did this."Faster" he said when our lips weren't touching. My hand moved faster around his dick as he continued kiss me, moaning every few seconds.He put his hands in my hair and pulled my head back, kissing my. It looked like she just shaved an hour before. We both climbed in bed. I asked if it was ok to kiss her breasts. She said it was…that she just didn’t want to kiss on the lips. We hugged for a minute and then she said, “Do you have a condom?” OMG – I hadn’t used one in many, many years…so I didn’t even think of it. I assured her that I was fixed and that she could NOT become knocked up. And I was sure I was clean. I told her it had been quite a while since I had any sex with anyone. “If you. She then said "We can have your sister sleep upstairs and daddy in the guest room. This way he will be just across from the room from us." I knew she was teasing me. I was mad when I first found out about my high school sweetheart and wife being in an i****tual relationship with her own father but I also found it very erotic as she wanted me to join them instead of keeping it from me. I do not blame my wife for wanting her father with his cock twice my size (not a joke) although I am not small. A few seconds later my eyes adjusted to the bright light and I saw him clearly. The man was tall and slender, early-thirties, dark-haired. He looked at me from head to toe. I stirred self-consciously."It seems that you need help," he said."Yes," I answered.He stepped back and asked me in."What happened?" he questioned as I hobbled in.I lied back in the armchair he offered me and started to recount my misadventures, starting from the moment when the tire exploded. He listened attentively, his.