Her Secret Sex Life (21 page)

But even in the turbulent excitement which engulfed him, Timothy Woodling had not forgotten who it had been who had restored his manhood and brought him back to the halcyon days of understanding the myriad nuances of sexual love and imaginative passion. Reaching out with his right hand, he groped for Rachel in the darkness, palming her breasts as she continued to bend down to him to kiss and tongue him, glided his palm down over her quivering smooth belly, till at last his fingertips could palpate the soft moist quivering lips of her exquisitely responsive cunt. Then, locating the dainty apex, he began to roll and graze it till Rachel sobbed and groaned in her own sensual renewal.

"Ohh Daddy, Daddy, it's coming-ohhh, Daddy, harder, fuck me harder, ohh my dearest darling Daddy, oooooghh, ohhhh cram it into my pussy good and hard now with all you've got-oh daddy now yes now ahh daddy darling ohhhhh God ohhhh daddy!" Heather suddenly screamed, her body threshing madly as she felt his juices spurt into her churning cunt.

And it was Rachel who echoed her stepdaughter's sobbingly rapturous cry as her husband's speeding finger drew her along with both of them into the timeless death-defying oblivion of climax, and as she crumpled alongside of him, her outflung arm, circled Heather's shuddering satiny waist in an accolade of unselfish maternal understanding and affection.