"Over to the couch with you, you sexy vixen." Sarah eased herself off the desk and across the room to the back of the couch. Recalling the details of ...the scene she suggested, she leaned against the back of the couch, sitting slightly. "If you want my ass, Carlos," she imitated what she thought the character sounded like, "you are going to have to take it." She batted her eyes and winked, a half-smile on her lips. Greg watched Sarah get into character. His cock jumped as he caught sight of her. For the next minute or so i just happily pumped my hard cock into Poppy's pussy, as her lover sucked on her tits, before i then saw Poppy begin to fiddle with Maisey's jeans, and then they were undone, and being tugged off, until Maisey lay under her lover, in just a pair of little red cotton panties with the road runner on them.And then poppy pulled them to one side, and i could just make out from the angle i was looking at, a similar furry blonde pussy between Maisey's legs, before Poppy. Once strangers stopped drooling over her legs and tantalizing nipples, they noticed her pretty face. She always denied it, but I knew her gait and recognized when she changed it to a harsher, tit-shaking step to get attention she pretended to ignore. Only slightly vain, this performance was more about boosting her self image. Her elated, wry smile told me she was ‘in a mood’—a horny one. Once again, I had to choose my role—enabler, or conservative husband and protector. Sometimes the choice was. I shuddered, my dick throbbing at the noises. His hands slid down her sides to her jeans. He unfastened them. As he did, my daughter pulled open my dress shirt. “Daddy,” she moaned and pressed her face into my chest. She rubbed her features back and forth into my chest hairs. “Mmm, you're so sexy, Daddy.” My cock poked her in the belly as she did that, pleasure shooting through me. “So are you, Sarah.”“I love you, Daddy,” she moaned.“I... I love you, Daddy,” Britney echoed. “You're... you're....