But I couldn’t bring myself to care—all I could focus on was the pleasure that his slim digits were bringing me, and the hard-on I had in my grasp. Ash’s finger slipping in and out of my daughter’s pussy was right next to my ear, and the sound quickly mixed with the other sexual noises in the room—Ash’s moans of pleasure, my own masturbation, and of course, the sound of fellatio. Xxnx I managed to get myself off twice before my husband came to bed, and I had to pretend to be asleep. I couldn’t comprehend what was happening, and so it became irrelevant. He had cheekbones to rival Bowie’s, and his piercing stare managed to make you feel like you were the only woman in the world.




















