Morgan’s Mounds 2 – Menage a Trois
Needless to say when I went back to my room that night, I decided to hop in the shower, and wash the smell of sex off of me so I didn’t deposit in the bed where my wife might catch on to something. I had stopped by the kitchen and grabbed a liter water bottle and drained it and grabbed a gatorade to take with me. I made the shower nice and hot and chugged my gatorade, replaying the events of the night in my head. There was no denying it, that little girl in my daughter’s room was the greatest fuck I had ever had. Forget not a virgin, she was a slut. She had to be, she just knew what to do. No woman is born with that on instinct, right? I was …