.. “has ever...” pant ... pant... “made me feel like that...” pant, pant. Looking up at her I could see that it might actually be true. Her ha...ir was plastered to her forehead, her makeup was a disaster area, and she was flushed from her hairline to where her skin disappeared against my chest. She looked like I’d rocked her world, so I chose to think she was telling the truth. The suspicious man in me remained skeptical because the truth eventually wills out.Instead of answering I kissed her. It. I'm going to fuck you, and then Mike's going to fuck you. And then maybe we'll both fuck you again."Patty looked up at Ken's looming cock. I was more sprawled back than sitting, against the sofa front. With my hands on her tits, I had pulled Patty back with me so that we both were about half-reclined."I'm going to put it in you now, Patty, and you're going to love it, just like you did last week. You know your pussy's hungry for it. It's all wet and slick around my fingers." Ken pulled the. Why isthat? Don't you find it odd that someone with my masculine physique wouldhave more sensitive nipples than a woman with 38-D breasts? Does thatsting you feel now strike as deeply as you have struck at me so manytimes before? I hope you'll enjoy that thought as much as I do in sendingit your way.Soon he was unbuttoning my pants and sliding the rough blue denim downover my smooth red slip. My belt buckle got caught momentarily on thedelicate lace trim gracing the bottom of my slip. But we. Dad saw Cherylfirst, and popped right out of his chair, but when he saw me, he fellback into it. Mom saw us moments later, and we both saw her eyes gowide. Cheryl was the first one of us to say anything, then it all cameout. Dad, listening to her tale, began to understand, especially sincehe was looking at the evidence, that I was more like mom than him, andwith his eyes wide, they both listened to Cheryl explain what we weregoing to do, and why. After a long pause, mom told us we could do.