"Why that ungrateful little..." I began to say but Elizabeth just sat there watching me. "Why did she do that?" I asked."We have been through this bef...ore Paul. You know how sometimes the work can pile up in your mind and overwhelm you... well it did! You were reverting back to your former person, the one to whom the job was everything and you were the one to do it. No matter who or what tried to stand in your way. The way you were before Sandra." Elizabeth said the name as if she. His movements were so subtle that they might almost have been mistaken for unconscious, though the hand that reached back and took hold of my erection did so with a most definite intent. I placed two fingers to his quivering orifice, still tight despite being so thoroughly abused mere hours ago, and he moaned softly. I touched my lips to his warm shoulder blade and inhaled. He smelled of sex, of the masculine fragrance of our combined sweat and juices. It emanated from the sheets we lay upon. I nibbled on those delicious folds. My tongue gathered up her cream, and there was always more. She gasped, arching her back against the couch. Her whimpers swelled. Then she bucked.Hot and tangy pussy cream gushed out of her cunt. Her futa-dick erupted, splashing her tits and face in her own cum. She painted herself in ropy lines of jizz while I drank the juices that flooded out of her. I gulped down my daughter's passion.I savored the incestuous treat.“Fucking hell, Mommy!” she squealed.. As soon I unhooked it I inserted my other hand in the top from front and grabbed her boobs and pressed them to bring out every drop of honey out of it. she said this is wrong and I ignored her and bite her nipple over the top. she stretched her body and closed her eyes. she was enjoying every bit if my move now. I took the melon out of her kameez and she caught my head placed it over the nipple and said go rough and I bite and kissed her light pink nipple.After having quality time on her melons.