She finally found her voice and she screamed as she felt herself explode in ways she never had before, Her fingers left his head and grabbed the sheet...s, twisting them in her fists, her toes curled as her legs lifted up, she felt herself trying to get away from him while trying to press her cunt tighter to him. She had never felt so out of control before! His cock pressed against his bed as he arched his own hips forward, holding onto his daughter’s ass until she came back down to earth…she. It was a sheer blue fabric that hung low around her shoulders, accentuating the amazing amount of cleavage it showed off. As she stepped forward, I could see it was open all the way down the back, and I could see the tops of those amazing asscheeks. She was wearing panties now, a lace French cut that I could see the top of. The dress was so short that every few steps you could see just a hint of the white panties peeking out of the bottom. You see, in college, before we started dating, my wife,. Almost at the front door, the door opened and my wife stood there with a crestfallen look about her and also one of fear. ‘What’s the matter honey is something wrong with your parents?’ I asked. She peered over her shoulder to something in the house and as I entered I could see what or who it was. On my recliner sat the scrawny pasty white little guy from Marcus’s office, Zippy. Standing next to him was a non human mammoth, a man with no neck and a bald head who had to be over 6’6 and 300. We were both stunned by our fuck, by its erotic power. “I better clean up.” He said and headed to the bathroom. I wandered about naked as I listened to him let the cum out of his butt. The practical intimacy was lovely. I found myself in his parents room and curiosity got the better of me. I opened a dresser drawer and held his mothers knickers in my hand. Inevitably I sniffed them. I don’t know why but the naughtiness was worthwhile. My tongue flicked the gusset as I thought to myself - ‘I.