This excited him further so he pumped faster and harder playing with my clit and twisting my nipples simultaneously till we reached our earth shatteri...ng orgasms. Afterwards he smiled and asked me for a breakfast then he picked up my underpants saying that they are not sexy and asked for scissors. I handed them to him and he turned my ordinary dull looking underpants into g-strings on both sides so when I put it on they hide almost nothing. Being a bit overweight they almost disappeared. Was he the dad of the year? No. But, he never stopped loving you two, no matter what it looks like. "Anyway, I owe the guy. And as far as you two are concerned, you owe him too even if you don't realize it now. I assure you, the day will come . . ." "Mom, we get it. I guess we said it wrong. We want to have a relationship with him too. Don't we, Jennifer," said Randy. "It's just . . ." "We just don't want to have to choose between our two dads. We love Marty too. Well, and we don't want him. Hoooooooooooo jessshus! I grunted out as I felt myself slip right into this little tart. I was still gripping the arms of the chair and Brianna put her hands on the top of my chair and began to go up and down. My brain was swimming. I knew I needed to push her off, but I knew I never would. I was just staring at her face. She was so fucking beautiful. I was feeling anxiety in my chest and I thought I might have a heart attack if I accepted the reality that her tight teen pussy had just allowed. I hadn’t eaten in a few days and it was hot in the room. Besides, I always had this feeling with Chelsea that I was dealing with someone smarter than me. Her gears shifted faster or something. I mean sure, she sucked at math problems that I could do drunk and half-asleep, but she had that thing, I don’t know that social sensibility that I always lacked. Plus her advisor said she was a veritable psychology genius. ‘I know what motivates you, your penis – or rather your desire to stick your penis.