"Fu-fuck me, Father. Love...love that big cock!" she sobbed as Mister Stockman' hand slid up her body, slipping hands under to cup her breasts, fingers yanking down the neckline of her dress, freeing her large breasts to hang like massive udders so he could squeeze and maul them at his leisure.

"I love you too, dear," her father said in those deep, stentorian tones, his very voice making me almost as wet as his daughter's ravenous tongue. He moved with the easy confidence of great experience and I shivered at the thought that these two had maybe been lovers longer than I'd been married...the intimacy of so many years making...