No, when I said I was close she stopped moving. Blowjob sex We all finally fell asleep. Before too long I could feel my orgasm building. But it would not have mattered anyway. Blonde hair, great boobs, great legs, every man’s wet dream. I would fuck her, shower, get hard again and fuck her again. “You mean don’t tell dad?” I asked. She squealed and began to rock back and forth. Marsha was watching TV wearing just her robe again. “I can guess what you are thinking” she said “not that, please, not that” she was begging, I wasn’t listening. “Oh dear, if you could see your face” she said laughed “no honey I was using you. I finally got home about 9pm to find dad and Marsha cuddling on the couch. I thought she didn’t want me to cum inside her. I decided to head home, change and go out later. “Why don’t you slip off that robe and let me see what dad sees in you?”
