I showed up at Carol's house around 10am, wearing a t-shirt, shorts and sneakers. She greeted me in front of the house, near the front door where she ...was working on her flowerbeds. She was wearing white Capri pants, a blue work shirt and a large, floppy straw hat. Her light brown hair was cut above her shoulder and it poked out from under the hat she wore. She wore sunglasses, but removed them as she spoke to me, revealing large seductive brown eyes. "Follow me to the garage, Charles," she said. “I realised then he wasn’t just watching, but he was straining to join in. It must have been agony to be watching, bound, but even worse when the woman started to touch him and he could do nothing himself. Eventually the woman was standing, bent over at the waist with her palms wresting on the man’s knees for support, as she got fucked from behind by a second man. She was using the man in the chair as a prop, a support, and even though with each thrust their lips came close enough to kiss she. She lifted her hips high off the bed, holding her dad’s face to her crotch so tightly he found it hard to breathe. Her thighs clamped around his head, trapping him against her pussy, but he was so turned on by her response to his tongue-job that he just kept on licking her through the most intense orgasm he had ever witnessed. He slurped up the copious juices that burst forth from her pussy, and loved the feeling of her spasming vagina clamping down on his tongue every time he poked it into her. She pictured it as the long black cock of a heavily muscled black boy like one of the hunky basketball players from her school team. She knew most of the other cheerleaders bent over for the very tall black boys even though they pretended they were not attracted to oversized cocks. Late at night, after her parents were snoring, she would stick her ass up high under the sheets and use it very slowly just the way she liked it best of all. Sometimes, she would stick it up her tight little bum.