She went back in Sandra's room and found her still sitting on the bed sobbing.I had my truck wired for video with sound just for this occasion.I won't even talk about the Victorian era.Leaving Boner in the back yard he waited in the house for Teri to get home.She was only a b-cup, but they had a nice shape and beautiful deep red areolae and her nipples stood straight up.I lowered my head and kissed her right nipple, then her left, then returned to the right nipple to kiss it and my hand gently touched her Housewife left boob.Performance anxiety?I had bought a pint of Ben & Jerrys the day teasing before, but had only finished half.Oh my God yes.I am going wife to squirt, so fucking good, watch me squirt, so fucking good, she is almost screaming as Monique and I watch in awe.I guess she has granny confided in our kids that she might have been a lot more forgiving of me under the circumstances.The big hard cock that my daughter had masturbated the night before was now touching my wet pussy.You couldn’t do that!Then I did it. Look at me, He replied in a firm voice as he gripped her chin between his thumb and forefinger, Are you sure you want something like that? With me, Housewife I mean. Christ, Kristyn, I’m old enough to be your Dad. As the word ‘Dad’ rolled off his tongue, it was the first time Frank had even considered her father in all of this. They were best friends. He couldn’t possibly do this, could he? Seeing Kristyn naked like this, even though she was legal, was one thing… but having sex her - being her dominant - this was a different game entirely. For a moment, teasing he considered leaving but then he looked down at her young body. Naked and with her legs splayed wide open, she was all but begging for him to take her virginity. He buried conscience somewhere far away and let his lust take control as she looked him straight in the eyes and nodded, giving her consent. Climb off the bed, Kris. Get on the floor, on your knees, and be quick, Frank ordered her and much to their shared delight, she complied. Though looking a bit nervous, she quietly rolled off the white sheets and dropped her granny knees into the carpeted floor. Good girl, Kris, wife He praised softly, smiling at her as he began to reach for his zipper.