1. The postman cums twice 2


    Date: 10/7/2014, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: vtevte, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Julie sat between us in the cab. My mind refused to let go of the images of me stuffing my fingers in her cunt while Fred was stuffing things in bins, not six feet away. I mean, like hey! I'm a good buddy and good buddies look out for each other and don't step on the other guy's dick and all that but, hey! His wife and daughter nearly fucking ****d me, man! What was I supposed to do? "Hey Fred, you wife is showing me her tits! Hey Fred, your wife is giving me a fantastic blow job right behind your back!" Yeah, yeah. I know. Anybody else but me would have told those beautiful women in no uncertain terms that the trust between buddies is holy and that they could take their beautiful, hard bodies and wet mouths and firm tits and luscious asses and--- well, fuck you. I did it and it happened. Shit happens. Get over it. Maybe I should tell Fred. Well, maybe not. "Dad, did you know Mom is fucking the mailman?" Fred damn near drove us in the ditch. "Uh, Julie. Uh, do you think that's a good way to talk to your father?" "What should I say, Father? Oh, Father, dear. Are you aware that your good wife is having intercourse with the mail person? I thought you would be upset about what she's doing, not my choice of words. Besides, everybody I know says 'fuck', when they mean 'fuck'". "Well, you're hitting me on both sides, Baby. It's easier for me to respond to your choice of words than to your question." I listened avidly. Fred's jaw was set as he stared straight ahead, not seeing ...
    anything but the road, if we were lucky at that. Julie dropped a hand casually in my lap and started rubbing my prick. It wasn't hard to find. It had never completely gone down after the two loads they had pulled out of me back at the house. The head was nearly sticking out the leg of my walking shorts, as it was, and her tender touches soon had bare dick head in her covering hand. "Just don't let Fred look over here", I hoped, unable to move her hand. "Aren't you mad, Daddy?" Julie gave my dick head a little squeeze to let me know she was taunting him. "Yes. I'm mad." "Aren't you going to do anything about it?" Another little squeeze. A few more little squeezes and Fred could be mad about something closer at hand than his adulterous wife. "What would you like for me to do?" "Don't you want to kick the postman's ass and knock Mom around a little?" "You know what I think about men who beat women", he said. "Well, what about the guy?" "Well, uh, your mom and I have an understanding." "Oh yeah? What sort of understanding?" Yeah. I wanted to know the answer to that one, too. "Honey, this is embarrassing to me, to explain this kind of thing to you, and in front of my buddy, Howie, too." "Don't worry about me, Fred, ol' buddy. You know I can keep my mouth shut." (I can keep my pants zipped most of the time, too, but your wife and daughter are too much to resist. Just don't look over here and see what your baby is playing with.) "It's ok, Daddy. I love you and Unka Howie wouldn't dream of ...
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