She couldn't get over how firm and muscular they were. She didn't know whether to keep on fondling his prick or caress the perfection of his upper leg...s. His stomach was flat and hard, too, and she stroked her palm across it. He had little body hair, other than what grew in his armpits and around his proud cock. Anna slid her hand up his thigh again, and over onto the long pole of his prick, then leaned in to suck him blind. She extended her tongue and tickled the edges of his cock- knob with. She asked if he’d seen that sort of guilt in the army.He nodded. “Often,” was all he said, but she could see there were deep feelings there.She cried a lot and Victor was not embarrassed but patiently allowed her to revisit her grief again and again and her acute sense of having been cheated out of their life together. He often held her in his arms as she sobbed, and she told him she felt comforted.It was on the seventh day that Victor spoke his own thoughts about her life, her feelings and her. Then he finally drove it in me and I could feel myself stretching around every inch of him. He was so thick he totally filled me up and bottomed out. I gasped and arched my back. He slipped his free arm under me, kissing me as pumped into me, making me moan louder with every thrust. But you know what really pushed me over the edge, Daddy? You! That's right, I saw you standing there watching in the partially open door. I guess you got off early or something, but when I turned my head and saw you. I again was in a state of fixation watching this when I realized Monica would be needing some relief herself rather than just giving, hell she still hadn't lost her panties yet which we insistently didn't remove at all as we didn't want to break up her lovely lingerie set she so wanted to wear for the occasion. I suggested for Monica to sit on my face while she continued to such off Eric. Peeled her panties to the side as she sat on me, I started to lick her wet hairy pussy. Eric asked if I was.