Desserts ordered, the waiter went back around the table for coffees and liquors.“And madam, coffee?”Before she could answer, I saw Almira flinch and grip the arm of her chair. Karl was grinning. She could barely answer, and the waiter had to ask her again. The second reply was not much better, but he got the gist it was a coffee. Karl only ordered an Irish Coffee. We burst into laughter after he left.The desserts arrived, with Karl's coffee in a glass beaker. The waiter topped it off with cream foam from a canister."Please leave the cream,” asked Karl. The waiter left, and we started our desserts. While we did, Karl was moving things from the middle of the table. He walked around to join us."I think you can have a much better dessert than that, Mike,” he said, standing next to Almira. He moved her dessert away. From the puzzled look on her face, I guessed this was not a jointly pre-planned part of the evening. He picked her up and sat her on the table, then made her lie back,. Involuntarily, my body pushed against his cock and the initial entry was my doing. I groaned in pleasure at the penetration though I hated myself for it.Once the head was inside from my own body's push, my father took over and began slowly stroking inside my tight pussy. I could feel every vein and curve of his cock with my pussy and my pussy was squeezing him rhythmically and tightly. Every outstroke of his cock, my pussy clung onto him, trying to keep his length inside. I couldn't help grunting and moaning from the pleasure of his leisurely fucking me.My body took over and all sense of time was lost. I felt myself build towards orgasm and after what could have been seconds, minutes, or even hours, I felt an explosion of pleasure inside my pussy which travelled up my spine to where fireworks were going off in my head. My pussy muscles quivered happily and my legs completely gave out.My father followed my fall and began to roughly pound away at my pussy from above me as I lay flat on.
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