As I was in the kitchen making coffee all I could think about was what Cindy had said last night, how she wanted to fuck our daughter. As great a thou...ht as it was, I figured Cindy was just drunk and nothing would ever come of it. I told myself I would not bring it up, unless she did. As I was sitting at the kitchen table, I heard “Good morning sweetie.” Cindy walked into the kitchen just wearing my button down shirt I had worn last night. Her hair was in a mess, like she had gotten royally. My pussy’s been dripping all afternoon in anticipation of your hard cock and I’m not in the mood to wait much longer.’ —=== 000 ===— As I washed down my last bite of sandwich with a final gulp of Chablis, I looked across to see her lecherously smirking at me so I stood and moved around to stand at her side of the table. I intending to pull her up into my arms but she remained seated grinning up at me while she reached out and began to slowly stroke my growing cock through the thin nylon. ‘Is. More

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