And then she had sought his approval about what she was doing for dinner. That was a first too. He shrugged his shoulders, showered and changed.He arr...ved back downstairs as Sally emerged. As was their wont they congregated in the kitchen. Sally helped herself to a juice and Bill poured himself his evening whisky and soda.Wendy shooed them out of the kitchen telling them to enjoy their drinks in the drawing room. Looking slightly surprised they obeyed. Supper preparation had always been a time. “OOOOooowwww! That hurt… Please, don’t be so mean!” she begged.With a wicked smile on his face, he rammed his fingers in and out, fucking her hard and fast. He didn’t care if he hurt her, he hooked his fingers inside her cunt and lifted her ass off the bed. She cried out in pain, as she arched her hips up, trying to relieve some of the pain. But John pulled harder, until she was arching up to the limit.As her hips came up, he jerked her nightshirt up to expose more of her taut belly. He let her. ‘Uhhh, mom, fuck,” he moaned, holding on to the headboard behind him.I rubbed my clitoris as I circled quickly over him. Feeling his girth fill me completely, I rubbed myself faster and faster, moaning my approval of our incestuous relationship.I was enraptured by the pleasure his size gave me and was moments away from orgasming all over his manhood; my ass rising and falling down his endlessly long cock. I gave a short cry out as my legs and pussy began spasming. I tried to steady myself by. When her orgasm peaked, it hit hard. She shook like a leaf in a storm.Gradually coming down, she heard the fat man applaud. Diana wiped her brow and grinned. “Did I entertain you?”“You certainly did. Now, up you get off that cold floor, you daft trollop.”Too breathless to move unaided, Diana accepted the fat man’s help and slumped beside him on an oak bench. A fresh wine goblet was passed her way and she drank gratefully. Around her, the orgy continued unabated: grunts, moans, squeals.The fat.
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