father, made it okay that he fuck you in our over-stimulated and perverted minds. Anyway, in our fantasy, I woul

g and encouraging you, he would take you so gently that there was no pain at all." She chu

bad we didn't know about each other's fantasies back then. But maybe we

worth imagining! Maybe I should get my dildo befor

ove to fuck you, and since he's kind of the reason you're all

wanted to fuck your mother?

ful and sexy you are-which I agree with-and he's said that some of his friend

I'm certainly flattered. But are you serious? You'd

e-way with one of my girlfriends," she went on, "and I thought it was hot as hell to watch him pound her pussy and fuck her mouth. He blew his load in her mouth and then she and I s

r's hunky boyfriend had it leaking almost continuously. The added image of Melissa in a three-way with Bobby and another young girl had her panties so

long time ago-in college-and frankly, I miss it.

kiss that Cassandra didn't resist at all. Had her body not been on sexual fire, she might have been shocked and recoiled. But with h

tand up, as well. Without breaking the burning kiss, Melissa reached down, slid her thumbs into

aughter pull her pants down in the kitchen. But the coolness of the air on her soaked p

sy-mound in her hand, feeling its wetness, and then crooked her middle finger sliding it between her lips and into the entrance to her cunt. She wiggled her finger and as her lips brushed her mother's she teased, "Gee, you're kin

ned into her daughter's m

and fuck the shit out of my mother while I watch." She drove her finger deep into Cassandra's pussy, wiggl

rly buckled. It had been years since she had h

s, lifted her up, and plopped her cum-wet ass on the cold granite tabletop. She pulled her shorts and panties off her legs, knocki

he hair-covered mound. She lifted her face for a moment, and said, "Oh, I think Bobby is goin

r daughter's grinning fa

No, but I love it! That's why I

sy," Cassandra replied. "But