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It was the middle of winter and our furnace had just broken. Having lost my job just two weeks earlier and it didn’t seem there could be anything else worse – especially living in Minnesota.

My daughter, who turned 18 just a few months back, was in her senior year of high school and was constantly clamoring about wanting a car. I felt bad we couldn’t afford it when I was working, now I was mortified to find out I couldn’t even provide my family a warm home.

I called a repairman, the “cheapest one in town” according to a friend and he gave me a reasonable rate to fix it – a reasonable rate if I was pulling in a paycheck.

No sense in sulking I thought. So I headed out fill out more applications. My wife, a life-long homemaker, had no marketable skills to speak of. I couldn’t blame her for not trying to find work.

Nope. It was up to me and I was damn sure determined to do so. I returned home four or five hours later after putting in numerous applications. Despite the problems, I felt good about things.

This was until my wife, Torii, told me only one of the small space heaters we owned was working. She wasn’t bummed and neither was Samantha, my daughter. We all figured we would just sleep in the same bed tonight with the one heater to stay warm.

We weren’t that broke that we couldn’t buy another heater until we could afford getting the furnace repaired.

Bedtime was just an hour away and we settled into a TV show. The only thing I was bummed about illegal bahis now was my wife whispering things into my ear that were getting me turned on.

“Shit, I thought. The one night in the last few weeks my wife has shown any signs of wanting to be intimate and it’s the night our daughter is sleeping with us.”

I tried to shrug it off and hopped into the shower – a cold shower – before bed. We all got into bed, chatted for a few minutes and my wife was the first to fall asleep. Sam and I chatted for a few more minutes in hushed tones before I went to sleep.

I fell off into a deep sleep and dreamt strange things – the type of thing one only dreams in a deep sleep. They say the things that are on your mind before you fall asleep are what you’ll dream about. Usually, though, all those things you are thinking about turn into a distorted, twisted dream.

I was looking for work, of course. But for some reason Sam was with me walking down the street, holding onto my arm in a driving snow storm.

“Daddy, I’m so cold, so cold, so cold,” she said over and over.

“Hold on honey, I’ll get you home.”

Then the horny side of my brain took over. My wife appeared out of nowhere around a street corner, stopped us and whispered things into my ear. Only I couldn’t hear them. She then dropped to her knees and pulled out my cock and began to work on it right in front of Sam.

The sensation was wonderful and with Sam still clinging to my arm, I clutched her closer illegal bahis siteleri as I moaned over Torii’s wonderful cocksucking abilities.

“Oh, Torii. Ooooh, Torii!” I moaned. I opened my eyes and it was dark. There was no snow, but the sensation on my cock was there.

I looked down to see Sam giving me a blowjob. I quickly looked to my right to see Torii sound asleep. I quickly turned my attention back to Sam.

“What are you doing?” I managed to spit out in a loud whisper.

Startled, she replied, “I just couldn’t help my self Daddy. I’ve wanted you for so long and I was too tempted.”

Her head went immediately back to my cock.

Flattered and embarrassed. All were my immediately feelings.

Flattered because Sam was gorgeous. At 5-10, she was just two inches shorter than me, so she had very, very long legs. Her breasts, which were probably not done growing, were at a small ‘C’ cup and her ass was in perfect form.

I looked down at her again, her long blonde hair moving with her, shining brightly from the dim street light which shone in the room. It was then I realized she was naked.

“Sam, how long have you felt this way?” I whispered.

She kissed her way up my stomach and onto my nipples and finally my neck before whispering into my ear, “Ever since my friend Jenny told me how hot you were.”

I was floored. I never thought myself to be a hunk, but then again, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Sam nibbled on my canlı bahis siteleri ear some more, making my resolve and rational side disappear even more.

“I need you daddy. Nooooow!” she pleaded into my ear. At that, I quickly turned over and was immediately on top of her.

She immediately spread her legs and squealed a bit. “Shhhh. You’ll wake your mother,” I said.

I kissed her fully on the lips and then took one of her magnificent nipples into my mouth. She moaned softly. “Fuck me daddy. NOW!”

I needed no more reason to do it. I was the worst person on Earth and the luckiest all at the same moment.

I kissed her again and slowly slid my 7 inches into my daughter. “Oooh. Yes. Yes. Yes. Daddy. Just like that.”

My speed increased as did her pants and moans. I was trying my hardest to keep Sam quiet and not wake up Torii with the movement or noise. “Deeper, deeeeeper. Harder, Daddy.”

God, it felt so good. I kissed and sucked on her breasts and pounded away into her sweet, young pussy. Just as fast as one of my strokes entered Sam, my wife shot out of bed like a cannon being fired. “David,” she screamed. “OH MY GOD.”

I was too lost in Sam, though. “Fuck me, Daddy. Don’t stop. Pleeeaaase don’t stop,” she pleaded under me.

I fucked her faster and harder. Torii was on my, scratching my back, pulling on me all the while pleading, “David, NO. Stop.”

I erupted the same time Sam did. The best orgasm of my life, and Sam’s too according to her panting and ear-to-ear smile, was also the worst moment of my life.

I collapsed onto Sam and kissed her hard. Torii was sobbing and still beating on my back, “Why?”

Sam and me now share a bed together. Torii is no longer in it.

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