My husband was in our bathroom vomiting and Barry was helping him. Barry put him in the bed. I walked upstairs and Barry was trying to clean the vomit... that missed the toilet and the smell got him vomiting. I ran cold water and grabbed a rag to wipe his head and help. He vomited on me, my dress it smelled so bad it was warm and chuncky, he got up fast to wash his face and was saying sorry. My fast reaction was to unzip and remove the dress. Noticed I was in the bathroom standing in heels topless. He reinserted his cock into me deep and began ramming me very hard. I started screaming once again. We both got really sweaty and then yet again, I noticed Jeanette standing at the door. She couldn't get enough of us. “Come on Jeanette, get in here and get a better seat,” John said. So John noticed too? So Jeanette just came in there with us and she watched her dad jam his cock into me really deep as I screamed. It turned me even more to have her getting a very close look at us fucking. “Give. Men always do. Some of them, anyway. Others just ogle. I model. Bras and panties and things. TV, editorial. Some runway. Men can always tell. And I can always tell when they finally figure it out. I buttoned up quickly and said, “Now, I’m sorry.” He smiled, still flushed, and said, “Don’t be.” And there was something plaintive in it. Something that made me stop buttoning. In fact, I reopened the one that had come loose. And stayed there, leaning a bit his way, almost offering him a good look. I. Loretta had no shame screaming back at him. Patrick growled. He was revenge fucking her for the way she has treated him earlier in the backyard. He felt that his balls got tingling but he wanted to fuck her much more and totally slaughter her twat. “God, you are surely a gorgeous little fuck doll for Daddy. You are such a good fuck and lovely little cunt to please Daddy for sure”. Patrick was complimenting her wet, hot little puss. He quickly pulled his shaft out of her groping meaty den and.