“Stick it in my ass, Jeff” is all I had to say, as he finished up. I never wanted something so bad in my ass. It felt so good spread out and vulne...rable. This time, everything was wet on his face. His nose, his cheeks.Looking at his monster cock, I thought maybe I spoke too soon. But, staring at it, and imagining it in my ass, just made me want it more. “I want you to stretch my ass out with that big cock. Pretend, like the time you came home from college, and saw me in my underwear. Mmm. I did. " Including Michael, now that you know he's rich?" Of course, you little worry wart." Kathy tickled Christi's taunt little tummy. "You know it's double or nothing." Come on girls," Daddy called from the door, "get the car unloaded so we can eat. Don't be late for dinner!"The happy girls unloaded the boxes and bags and stacked them neatly in the upstairs hall closet. They then changed into white over-the-knee socks and shorty T-shirts and hurried to the table."That's what I like," Daddy smiled. Multiple wives was something I'd heard of, of course. But I'd never known anyone who had such an arrangement, and I was naturally fascinated by this.Omar shared many pictures of his c***dren (and a few of his two wives). They seemed happy, clean, well-fed. He was an excellent father and husband. I told him this, and he seemed very pleased to hear that. I asked him how his two wives would react if they knew he was planning on impregnating another woman other than one of them; and he replied that. Susan because of her problems with her husband, and me because you and I were not having sex. You remember that day I came home late and you wanted to have sex? I said that I was tired, but you pleaded that I had promised?" Yeah, I remember that day."She was surprised by how strongly he said that, but continued with her story."That was our second marathon session. We started having sex in the scissor position and that lasted longer than normal, then we almost fought over the strap-on, because.