I really did not sleep well that night at all, just too many emotions but I do have a clear memory of what emotion won out. Anger at my husband for be...coming a drunk, anger at being ignored, frustration, the sexual kind, anger at my husband for being the kind of drunk that has to be hauled off to bed by his 14 year old son. I think that this was the point more instinctive then anything at that point where I decided that if my husband wanted the bottle more than me and my son wanted to look. My. Things had finally worked out with Dad, but she wished she could have worked them out when she was fourteen, not now at thirty-five. Still. Making love with Dad had been wonderful; a dream come true.Cara smiled to herself. She wondered what Dad would say if she told him he was the only man who’d ever made her climax with intercourse. It hadn’t been just the physical side - although Dad was very nicely endowed - but the emotional aspect that made all the difference.Rachael slipped and. Diane lay there naked on the bed, her knees up and her legs spread. The insides of her thighs were soaked with her juices almost to her knees. She was wetter than I'd ever seen.Matt dove between her legs and started licking that pussy. I watched his tongue move in and out of her and saw her tense up when he found her clit. She tossed her head from side to side as he sucked on her clit and rammed his tongue in and out."I'm gonna cum...oh..I'm gonna cum...Ahhhhhhhhhrrrrrrgggggggggg...I'm coming.". “Your pussy is so tight and wet. I can’t wait to be inside you.” Oliver fucked me faster and harder with his fingers as he sped up on my clit. At the same time I was rubbing and pinching my own nipples. I felt my body tense and my thighs shut together tightly. I felt my pussy trickle with juice and I came loudly over his fingers. Oliver smiled and slowly pulled his fingers from my tight pussy. He smiled and licked them clean before moving up to kiss me. “You, taste good,” he said, lying back.