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“Ehmm, no, I don’t know what you’re talking about!”“You know I saw you that night...Jerking that pretty stiff cock of yours, in front of your own daughter passed out in the sofa!”He panicked a bit and tried again. His cock went a little out of me, but he was still stuck.“AAHH!! Don't move, Joe...Please!”He was forced to listen to Flora. She went behind her dad’s back, and somehow managed to wrestle his arms into some handcuffs behind his back.“HEY! Flora, come on. Yes, maybe I did. So what? I didn't touch you! I took that one stocking off you!”She threw her heels off and smeared her nylon feet in my cum from the floor. She then seated herself infront of me, on the little chair. “Oh, so you do remember, daddy! You know how many times I thought about that big cock? I masturbated myself to sleep to that thing, Daddy! And to think you fucked my friends...but you never ever touched me! To hear ones friends talking about that delicious cock up their pussy’s. How could you over see me like. There was my beautiful, hot, sexy wife wearing nothing but her high heeled leather boots, on the bed with Mike behind her fucking her hard and fast. I leaned up against the door jam and folded my arms just looking at how hot she looked.Steve and Chris were naked and sporting some very large erections while fondling and squeezing Christine's tits while telling her how they knew she was a slut and would be theirs all night long. Mike just continued to pound her while laughing and smacking her ass. I could see the red mark his hand left. She obviously didn't mind how hard he was slapping her and was too lost in the pleasure of the moment to care.At some point Christine saw me standing there and had this, "I'm sorry," look on her face. I found my voice and said, "I told you this might happen; now you have to deal with it. So you may as well enjoy it."She could tell by the look in my eyes that I was OK with everything.Before she could answer or say anything, Steve got on the bed in front.
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