Ian drove into her little fuck whole; slamming in and out, in a pile driver fashion, fucking his eighteen year old daughter to pure ecstasy.Shannon wa...s certainty on the edge of exploding; she had never been pushed to the edge like this before. All her other lovers, including her stepfather never took her past the edge of an erotic abyss.Constantly slamming in an out of his daughter’s young wet pussy, Ian never felt more alive. He had plenty of good young pussy in the past, but nothing like. "So, you got any boyfriend yet?" I asked.She looked at me with a bewildered face. "Uhhh...duh? Of course!" She said."Oh really? What's his name and when do I get to meet him?"She giggled. "You are my boyfriend, silly." She said and kissed me on the cheek."Oh, you're such a darling," I said as I held her closer. "Well, sorry to disappoint you, but I already have your mom." I know, I love you both," she said, wrapping her arms around my chest. I can feel fer warm cheeks on my bare chest and her. But is irrelevance any better than a brisk execution? Women live forever. The life of men ends at around thirty. There is a species of fish, you once told me, in which the male attaches to the female and over time disintegrates until nothing remains of him but a sac of sperm that the female harvests on a periodic basis to fertilise her eggs. Evolution, I am pleased to learn, occasionally employs Ockham’s Razor with a wicked sense of humour. I open the window and the cold, moist air from outside. She suggested I’d be morecomfortable in a red satin robe she offered me. Iagreed. I stripped off my t-shirt and jeans. I had nobra on only a tiny pair of panties. “Nice figure honey,nice tits,” she said. I smiled. “Sit down Shanna I’llbe right back,” she said. She re-appeared wearing awhite silk robe carrying a bottle of wine and twoglasses and sat beside me on the chesterfield. Wetalked and laughed and drank wine. We kissed, shefondled my tits, she took my.