“Mostly?” Jeff regarded Chelsea’s mother. He could see features common to both their faces -- the same upturned nose, strong jaw and blue eyes. ...“Pleased to meet you, too, Mrs Lane,” he said. “I see where Chelsea gets her good looks.”“Call me Livia. And, young man ... Flattery will get you ... everywhere. Come -- I’m parked in the short-term lot. Did you have a good flight?”“As good as any,” her daughter remarked.“Looks like no white Christmas this year,” Jeff remarked.“No,” Livia replied. “Not. He knows what he's doing to me. I can imagine the lust in his eyes and his hard cock straining to be inside me. He saws faster and my cunt melts around his fingers. I am so close, my cries are loud and lustful behind my gag. He knows how close I am, how badly I need it.He stops.I struggle feverishly with my hips trying to find his fingers again, to find release. My nipples and clit burn as they are pulled at by the clips but I ignore the pain and continue trying to find his hand, find anything. I hate to think how she'll be in a few years. He'll be wrapped around her little finger. Daddy!!! CAN I..." she mocked. Dave smirked. "She recognizes WHO'S the boss. Now hand me a didey for MY DAUGHTER. She's worse than wet." They all roared with the tone he used.Dave cleaned Sarah, her cooing at him and laughing. The love was out in the open. A pan of water had been dipped and put on the fire to warm her bottle. The others were nursing from their Mothers. The men sat admiring the babies being. ..Ana bounced up and down on my lap, picking up speed and grunting as she took my cock very deep inside of her. I was sitting on the back seat and then I noticed a man sitting in another car parked behind us. My first instinct was to stop; this guy was definitely watching us. But he did not seem to be upset by looking at our action.And my sexy wife was too focused on pushing against my cock to see him.I pulled out and made her lay on her back. Ana wanted to come in missionary every time we.