10 years ago, they chose to surprise me by coming to me during the night. I’m not making any excuses for what I’ve done but I also have no regrets. My wife, who passed away several years ago, was the Mother to the three girls. She was a free-spirit and way out of my league. After she passed, I was lost. I didn’t date. I threw myself into raising my daughters and kinky providing for them the best I could. However, 10 years ago, things changed asian dramatically. After seeing my middle child and my youngest child naked in their shared room with two guys pounding their pussies with their hard cocks shocked the hell out of me, to say the least. I called for a ‘family meeting’ and decided to institute my “three rules”. I set them up since I didn’t really want to see my daughters having sex with other sucking young men. I knew that they were all sexually active, but a Dad puts that kind of stuff out of their mind. Before that night, I would lay in bed missing my deceased wife. I would think about how wonderful I had it. We snuggled and cuddled all the time in bed. I would reminisce about some of our wonderful times together. A reoccurring memory was the evening fetish of our girls first anniversary. Janice had some special plans for us. I had the usual: card, flowers, perfume, and a small piece of jewelry. What Janice had planned was simply amazing, but then again, she was amazing. She lived life by her own terms. I got home from work on time. Janice greeted me at the door, wearing my favorite negligee. She could easily have been a bikini model, but for her pale skin. I drank down every drop of my Black student's cum. And Patricia is closer to me than Ally sucking ever will be, because Patricia is me. “You know he’s right, Leon,” Willie chimed in. Why not allow other hard working logistical workers have their fun. "Oh yeah I almost forgot." he said quickly *Ping* Atrin stood still, facing Ariela who kinky watched him studiously as if judging him in a new light. Her silky, convulsing snatch engulfed my cock. “I, I... no.” My finger kept going as I heard the man say, When I allowed her in, her tongue hungrily fetish explored my mouth, perhaps searching for mine. She bolted her feet and glared at me. “Not after all we worked on. Her breasts were tropical volcanoes of velvet, coated in longing wildlife. I was hoping girls . . ." I am sorry that the asian pain of the past can't be erased though, this time you'll be far more ready for it.]