“Nah,” he’d said, “not my thing.” She’d been angry at the time but had said nothing. Thinking back, Allison told herself, it would have be...en your thing if you had your cock in a cage and your hands were locked behind your back. Then it would be very much your thing.From that thought it wasn’t much of a leap for Allison to suddenly realise that, if she wanted it, she would have no trouble getting Lionel Fairbrother to oblige her. Would that be such a terrible thing? She suddenly noticed the mess. Come do not weep for the dead. No amount of tears can bring themback. There is nothing for us here anymore...quickly."It was hard for me to gaze upon her majesty. The shame would not allow meto look her in the eye, for at this time I feel downcast. Yet I foundmyself rising to my feet. I followed in her path."Antimache you are very loyal and I know you fought valiantly but I needyou to find the spirit to pull yourself together. I can entrust no oneelse with this task. Your path is different.. I lean over—my cock is in my daughter—and ask if she's on the pill. She says no, not anymore. It gives her...psoriasis. Something like that.I fuck her anyway. I decide...I don't give a shit at this point. People are applauding. We're on a wooden stage. In the park. I cum. That's what they've come for. We rise. We bow. They applaud. Our knees are stained green, as if with paint. I look over at my daughter's naked body. It's just like her mother's, 25 years before. Slightly bigger tits, but...The. Mitch’s penis thrashed around inside her, the sensations maddening both of them. ‘Ohhhhhh!!!’ she moaned while she slowly rocked her hips. ‘Ohhhhhh!!!’ she cooed. ‘I love this!!! It feels so wild! Are you getting close?’ ‘No,’ Mitch replied, ‘Keep going, don’t stop!’ Their slow, wonderful joining continued. After a while, a sheen of sweat coated both of their bodies. Pleasure, insistent and engulfing, constantly magnifying, filled them. They were sharing pure pleasure with a level of intensity.