Who’s talking about a divorce?”
“But mom and Nick… aren’t you supposed to be angry?”
“Oh no baby, of course not” I said, distracted as I watched my son fuck my wife, making the water splash wildly between their bodies once more. While that disaster had been narrowly avoided, I still had to cool off for a minute. I tossed my sweat-stained dress shirt and trousers into the hamper, stepped out of my underwear and into the shower. It was at times like this I wished I had a good camera, and the talent to capture this stunning image and preserve it for eternity. Though I didn’t like it, it was my only choice. By now my daughter’s pussy was literally dripping with arousal, and I got a real mouthful of her juices as I licked the delicious nectar off her delicate inner folds.
