Her hands roamed my body as I fucked her. I buried into her hard. Fast. My cum-filled balls smacked into her flesh. Her juices bathed my cock. Her fin...gernails scratched at me through my dress shirt.“Mmm, that’s it,” my wife groaned. “Love our daughter. Fuck her hard.” She shuddered, her green eyes bright. “You could get caught.”I know.My wife’s hands dug into her tits. She squeezed her breasts with such passion through her pink scrub top. Her hips wiggled from side to side. She moaned and. ” I looked down. My jeans were still unbuttoned, leaving my goods entirely on display. I tucked myself back in and zipped up, reaching for her again as she started to walk away. My fingers hooked around the band of her underwear. The lace was soft. “Wait, Sophie…” She turned back to me, a sudden look of boredom crossing her beautiful features. “Shouldn’t we talk about this?” She shrugged, “It’s just sex, Tristan.” She tried to tug away but I pulled her back to me, grabbing both of her hands. "Yeah, but I'm not her. You scared her." I wanted to reproach Lesley, to make her understand that this time she might have gone too far."I only showed her our love ... What we all experienced together." There was a flash in my mind of Julie's face under me, when Lesley had been helping. The sweet kisses, the heat of her body."Did you ... make her see it?" I asked nervously. It was hard to explain how I felt. It seemed almost like this was dancing right on the edge of rape if Courtney hadn't. During this time her pussy would contract and release while making noises. Several times I had to tell her to stop sucking my cock or I would unload into her mouth. She stopped sucking one time and straightened up but still on her knees next to me. We had played out this fantasy enough for me to know what would come next. As my wife continued to play with my cock she said:“Fuck me with that hard cock while I stroke my husband’s cock.”My wife rolled her head back and pushed her pussy down toward.