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Azuldrgon said:
"Fuck!" he shouted and moved to cover up both him and his lover.
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jushorny said:Her eyes open wide, realizing the woman in her father's bed is the wife of her mom's boy toy
The daughter is at a loss, does she confess all to dad, even the fact she is sleeping with her brother. . .their son!!!
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Recap. . . from all the writers. . . Thanks. . .and let's keep going. 
Her lipstick was smeared all over the bedroom's white wall. The color of the lipstick clashed badly with the carpet. Altho it did blend quite nicely with the drapes. Perhaps if more lipstick kisses where to adorn the headboard wall. But James thought about that while he pondered how to surprise the gorgeous woman he brought home the night before till curled up in his bed. Was this Ms Right or Ms Right now?
He wasn't sure what his next move was to be, given that she was his first sexual conquest in over a year. Much to his suprise, the woman did not take kindly to being awoken by the sound of the rusty chainsaw and the old rubber Ronald Regan mask wasn't helping matters either. Mind in a turmoil of doubt and conflict, buying time, he let her fix them both a drink, not noticing as she slipped something into his.
Her naked form looked both peaceful and in need of some sunshine. I snuck into the bathroom, partially to take a shower and partially to decide what the next move would be. Deciding that romance was out, he went into the bedroom and tried a different approach. After taking his daily read of the tabloid on the porcelain throen, he felt much better. It had given him great ideas on how to make her feel good and yet remain in control. Remaining in control was something he stuggled with when around her. She seemed to have this pull, one he found himself lost in and unable to break free of, just like now.
He looked around, searching for a way to free himself. There was no way, she had him captured, invisible strings of desire pulled him toward her waiting arms. He took a step to her, but something inside of him made him pause. Lost in this feeling,this moment,he closed his eyes and thought of her.
It was at this moment that he remembered! "I left the damn oven on!!" He exclaimed. He then remembered that it was Thanksgiving and the Turkey would take hours to cook, the guest not arriving till later that night, this morning. . . was theirs. His lips touched hers, their bodies coming closer together as her warmth enveloped him as the night before. Her fingers moved into his hair and she angled her head, taking his tongue into her warm mouth. Their tongues dueled for what seemed like eons as his member began to harden against her.
They were so engrossed in each other, they didn't hear the knock at the door. As he began to rub his hand against her rear, he felt the wind of the opening door, the cold air effectively distracting him from the goddess next to him.
Mom, Dad, I'm home!
He jumps up, realizing that his daughter just got home from school and the strange woman in his bed was not his wife. "Fuck!" he shouted and moved to cover up both him and his lover.
Her eyes open wide, realizing the woman in her father's bed is the wife of her mom's boy toy. The daughter is at a loss, does she confess all to dad, even the fact she is sleeping with her brother. . .their son!!!
What started as a one night stand turned into a web of sex, lies and complications his mind first thing in the morning just couldn;t register. Does he organize a family BBQ? His mind raced as he saw the object of his affections look in shock at his daughter, her eyes wide open, her mouth ajar as if to yell or scream.
*
Quickly he yelled at his daughter to get out, while he covered his lover's lips with his hand.
Thanks. . .and let's keep going. Her lipstick was smeared all over the bedroom's white wall. The color of the lipstick clashed badly with the carpet. Altho it did blend quite nicely with the drapes. Perhaps if more lipstick kisses where to adorn the headboard wall. But James thought about that while he pondered how to surprise the gorgeous woman he brought home the night before till curled up in his bed. Was this Ms Right or Ms Right now?
He wasn't sure what his next move was to be, given that she was his first sexual conquest in over a year. Much to his suprise, the woman did not take kindly to being awoken by the sound of the rusty chainsaw and the old rubber Ronald Regan mask wasn't helping matters either. Mind in a turmoil of doubt and conflict, buying time, he let her fix them both a drink, not noticing as she slipped something into his.
Her naked form looked both peaceful and in need of some sunshine. I snuck into the bathroom, partially to take a shower and partially to decide what the next move would be. Deciding that romance was out, he went into the bedroom and tried a different approach. After taking his daily read of the tabloid on the porcelain throen, he felt much better. It had given him great ideas on how to make her feel good and yet remain in control. Remaining in control was something he stuggled with when around her. She seemed to have this pull, one he found himself lost in and unable to break free of, just like now.
He looked around, searching for a way to free himself. There was no way, she had him captured, invisible strings of desire pulled him toward her waiting arms. He took a step to her, but something inside of him made him pause. Lost in this feeling,this moment,he closed his eyes and thought of her.
It was at this moment that he remembered! "I left the damn oven on!!" He exclaimed. He then remembered that it was Thanksgiving and the Turkey would take hours to cook, the guest not arriving till later that night, this morning. . . was theirs. His lips touched hers, their bodies coming closer together as her warmth enveloped him as the night before. Her fingers moved into his hair and she angled her head, taking his tongue into her warm mouth. Their tongues dueled for what seemed like eons as his member began to harden against her.
They were so engrossed in each other, they didn't hear the knock at the door. As he began to rub his hand against her rear, he felt the wind of the opening door, the cold air effectively distracting him from the goddess next to him.
Mom, Dad, I'm home!
He jumps up, realizing that his daughter just got home from school and the strange woman in his bed was not his wife. "Fuck!" he shouted and moved to cover up both him and his lover.
Her eyes open wide, realizing the woman in her father's bed is the wife of her mom's boy toy. The daughter is at a loss, does she confess all to dad, even the fact she is sleeping with her brother. . .their son!!!
What started as a one night stand turned into a web of sex, lies and complications his mind first thing in the morning just couldn;t register. Does he organize a family BBQ? His mind raced as he saw the object of his affections look in shock at his daughter, her eyes wide open, her mouth ajar as if to yell or scream.
*
Quickly he yelled at his daughter to get out, while he covered his lover's lips with his hand.
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jushorny said:
The father stared in horror as the woman struggled to breath, her partner unaware that he'd covered her nose as well as her mouth.
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RedHairedandFriendly said:
Unable to breathe, she panicked and bit his hand. That caused a chain reaction, starting with him screaming in pain, then tripping over the corner of the bed, grabbing his daughter on the way down to stop himself, taking her with him, and finally landing on the floor with her half straddling him.
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*Mach. . I'm giving you this one, but careful. . . that's 2 sentences. Watch out!Machiavellix said:
*As his daughter straddle him, her school girl skirt hiked over her hips, his lover looked in awe and the 18 year old pussy that was free of any panties.
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RedHairedandFriendly said:*Mach. . I'm giving you this one, but careful. . . that's 2 sentences. Watch out!
As his daughter straddle him, her school girl skirt hiked over her hips, his lover looked in awe and the 18 year old pussy that was free of any panties.
Don't have a cow lol. Man cannot be held to one sentence alone.
The man's lover walked out, sensing she had been forgotten.
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Machiavellix said:
**in this game they must**
The father's sex had gone down, but his daughter was still there and still curious.
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RedHairedandFriendly said:
She gave into the urge to wiggle on top of him some more.
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Machiavellix said:
He fought the battle of right versus wrong.
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RedHairedandFriendly said:
Unfortunately "wrong" was working it's way into the endzone.
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Machiavellix said:
She rubbed harder against his growing arousal and leaned in to whisper against his ear, "Daddy, I'm wet."
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RedHairedandFriendly said:
Whether he liked it or not his hand found itself sliding itself up her skirt, seemingly wanting proof of her words.
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RedHairedandFriendly said:
Whereupon he realised she'd inadvertantley stepped backwards into the village pond
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He didn't mind her wet skirt, the smell of the pond was actually refreshing and it was a nice contrast to her slick moisture that was now covering his thick fingers.
