"I agree, Jake. She is gorgeous." As he said that, he moved his hand to her shoulder and rubbed it, then moved it and started to stroke her back a lit...tle."And I think your Dad is really hot too. You both look so similar. You look more like brothers than father and son." Now it was getting interesting. My former teacher was sitting on my couch, with me Dad sitting next to her. And she was telling me he was hot and he looked like me.We talked for a few more minutes, and I got up to go get a drink. His hands go to my tits again and his hips roll against mine."Come on, baby. Give it to daddy."I brace my hands on his shoulders and start to bounce on his dick, relishing the sensation of him sliding in and out of me. Our breathing is heavy, and the bed creaks every time I land on his dick. I love this type of fucking when neither of you say anything. You just look into each other's eyes and fuck. I can hear and feel my pussy sucking him, my pussy is drenched. My tits are bouncing heavily and. I helped out the best I could, unbuckling my gun belt and unclipping the radio mic from my shoulder. I handed the whole thing to one of the Confederacy Marines, by which time she had my cock out and in her warm wet mouth where it was beginning to swell up.Now I'm no John Holmes, but my seven inches is the most your average girl has ever come across. The only thing is, I'm a grower, not a shower, and the poor dear on her knees found that out the hard way. She'd buried her nose in my pubes, not. I could get my own Gatorade.Staring at me as I approached, he seemed to sway a bit. As much of a dick as he was, I didn’t want anyone to pass out from heat-stroke. Cup in hand, he headed my way, unsteady on his feet. Extending the cup, I thought it was a gesture. I was right about it being a gesture, but wrong about the message.He pretended to stumble and tossed the liquid in my face. It was deliberate. You couldn’t look at his face and not come to that conclusion.“Oh, sorry, rook.” He was.