The reason for my comment went right over his head as he concentrated on my magnificent body getting ready to be spiked by his lighthouse-shaped tool.
Watching my shapely form descend slowly onto his c**k clearly brought back fond memories of my mother, his long-lost lover. This was the first real intercourse he was about to enjoy since he lost his wife, and there were so many similarities between mother and daughter now that I had blossomed. He was hoping that if I could f**k half as well as my mother it would be tremendous. He couldn’t wait… yet he still couldn’t quite get it out of his mind that this was his young daughter, only six months out of school.
I was right. His thick rod slid effortlessly to its hilt inside me as I looked down and watched it slowly disappear. He was wide-eye
