My hands began to wonder my own body, imagining the very thought that they were yours. I couldn't wait any longer. I picked up my phone out of habit a...nd texted you. “Honey, I hope you don’t mind but I am going to touch myself to the thought of you.” My pussy began pulsing for attention remembering your grunts and groans. I slowly unbuttoned my pants trying to make it as realistic as possible. My ginger hip movements to slide off my pants, reminded me of the look you had when I did the same. I had met with her andher husband John on several occasions, and every time Ifantasised about fucking her. Even after I started screwingher daughter regularly, I still wanted her. So you can imaginewhat it felt like to be holding a sensible conversationwith her through the window, while down below out of viewher beautiful daughter was starting to suck my cock. I managedto keep going, with only a few pauses as I chatted to Liz.Nancy’s mouth was all over my cock and balls as my trousersslipped to. His hand stroked her ass and her thighs before getting to her pussy. Then he kissed her again while stroking her clit.He caressed her as she slowly climbed the mountain. Then, as she stiffened and spasmed, he said, “Oh, Sylvia!” He held her as she recovered. It was sweet of him, but it wasn’t the same.And, when she brought him off by hand afterwards, he probably didn’t feel the same either. She had to ask the doctor on her next appointment about when she could resume sex.“Husband getting. "I had absolutely zero plans of stopping, regardless of what he said. As soon as I tasted his prick, I knew I wouldn't stop until I got every ounce of cum out of him."Not until you tell me to, daddy. Whatever you want."Those words made him even harder. He placed his hands on either side of my head, and started to buck his hips. I stayed still, letting him use my mouth however he wanted to. I grabbed my own cock and started jacking off while he slowly slid his entire length in and out of my.