Was. It was a voice I recognized, one that I had heard earlier that night. It was a voice I recognized, one that I had heard earlier that night. Still, I felt like I needed to give in to their sport and act like I was not approving of what was happening. Once she was in position, she reached back with her hand and started playing with my cock again while I leaned forward the best I could to start licking her clit. I was lost in eating my daughter’s willing cunt and watching my wife make out with her that I did not notice, at first, the hand that was now on my cock, stroking me into the mouth that was sucking it. I knew this time, though, that it wasn’t mine. It seemed, again, that my mind was being read and my wife pulled off his cock. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings or make him regret what he had just done for me.
