Lin looked around for her shirt and bra and remembered she had left them in the kitchen. I gave her one of my t-shirts and watched as she stretched it... over her big tits. I got dressed then hugged her for a moment before we left my room. We didn't say a word to each other but we both knew what was coming. We walked into the den and there in his chair was my Dad. He was sitting there in silence drinking a beer. Lin and I sat down on the couch and waited. Dad was staring out into space and. I grabbed her bare ass hard as she went up and down my cock. I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed her hair to the side, “I’m gonna cum” I was about to lose control. She quickly got off me. “stand up I want every last drop” she ordered. I stood up with my hard cock, and could see pre-cum dripping down. She got on her knees, and quickly shoved my cock in her mouth. She grabbed my balls and started sucking really fast. I shot my load all over her beautiful face and breasts. She. My husband and I have what I can only guess is a unique arrangement. It started early in our marriage, when we were both fresh out of college. Our meeting was pretty vanilla, but it didn't take us long to figure out that we were yin and yang in the bedroom. We both liked it rough - he loved taking control and making me feel helpless almost as much as I loved being his plaything.We experimented a lot and while I never complained, we would sometimes talk and he'd ask me how certain things were. I confess I thought her no better than a Wh-r-.I was enlightened a bit when, upon the Lord's death, Mother married the mill-owner Skizzleby, a low and mulish man, but one whose wealth outweighed his complete lack of other charms. Now Mother had respectability-- but not love, nor was there any love for me. In short order I was shipped off to the Indies, in the company of Aunt Agatha and Rev'd Pinchwork, God rest their souls.So where was I? Ah yes, Dear Diarie, standing naked with my arms tied.