"But I'm only doing this for you."She smiled, and kissed me again. Not as long as last time, butanother kiss nonetheless.Later that night, we both sat... in her room talking. It was nearlythree. We had watched some movies and had some snacks. Momhadn't suspected a think when I called her (that's the one goodthing about being dull. No one expects you to lie, even when youare). After Brenda had made it clear she didn't want her parentshanging around us, we were left mercifully alone. I stillaffected. "I could tell how you looked at me when I came in that you wanted me." "Well, isn't that why you're dressed like a slut? You want to be fucked, don't you?" "Yeah! I want to be fucked hard. I want you to take me and treat me like a slut,” she said grinding into me, “Your hard cock is making me horny.” "You're playing a dangerous game, woman," I said, grinding harder, squeezing her ass. "Ummmmmm…maybe I like danger," she said, pushing and grinding harder against my cock. "And I know how to take. Wherever it was I wished I had the ability to transform my surroundings. I desperately wanted to escape the doldrums my life had produced that awful week. Then a painful thought occurred to me. What if she too was having bad times and her daydream was just a brief escape from the unpleasantness of life. These thoughts made me sad. I wanted her to be happy. This desire struck as odd and silly since I did not know the woman. For whatever reason there was something about her that made it important. All she could see of her mother was her ass, which was surprisingly round and bubbly. She slowly slipped her hand in the fly of her fathers boxer shorts and started to rub, he let out a sigh and stirred a bit, Amandas heart raced. She felt him grow in her hand, she pushed the cock out of the fly and quickly wrapped her lips around the head sucking as he grew even larger in her mouth. Her hand cupped his balls as she sucked up and down his forty three year old prick. She didnt notice him begin.