Not to mention her breath was irregular because I was pounding away in her tight, wet pussy."Hello?" she gasped into the phone. "Oh! Hi, Daddy!"I stop...ped, deep in her. Her non-phone hand went to my butt and encouraged me, using physical signals we were now fluent in, to go in circles. I did."Oh," she said. "You caught me while I was exercising. How's Mom? When are you coming home?"I started grinding deep. I know it was silly, but I wanted to try to get her close to an orgasm, just to see what. Dad didn't look bad, either, although he'd allowed a little silver to lighten the dark brown of his thick hair. It didn't take long for me to figure out that the folks had experienced something like a prolonged second honeymoon while I was gone. There was the constant spark of sex in the air, a tension that affected me in a way I would be reluctant to confess. After all my wild, world-spanning adventures, here I was back home, locking my bedroom door so that I could play with my cock. I found. He had no resistance as he pushed into her again. He grabbed her hips and was slapping his balls against her clit with the speed and intensity that youth brings with it. She was moaning and squealing as he fucked her, “yes baby, fuck me, fuck me hard! I want your cum!” He didn’t need any more prompting. I heard him groan out “fuck yes, I’m cumming. I’m filling that MILF pussy of yours!”. “Yes, yes, cum in me Troy, cum for me!” I could see him thrust forward, his ass cheeks tight as could be as. I was just asking.Nyla: What is it, Ron?Nazriya: Will you stop talking to this fucked-up punk, Nyla? Just ask him to leave.Ron: I know your fiance. Farhan. We go to the same gym. And we are good friends. He will believe me, you know.Nyla: What are you trying to say, Ron?Ron: I just wanted to know. I mean. Is it okay if I tell him?Nyla: What?! Tell him what?Ron: Tell him you are not the girl you have been telling him you are.Nyla: Please. Ron. I am sorry if we were rude. But, please don’t do.