Standing at the brink

Veronica grabbed Betty before she could take a step toward the door. Standing behing the naked blonde, Veronica reached around and captured Betty's firm tits. Slowly, gently, Veronica teased the small pink nipples into hard, jutting points. Betty began swaying against Veronica; the **** was working well.

Veronica dropped one hand to Betty's pussy. The blonde was wet; her pussy opened easily when Veronica pressed two fingers against her slit.

Veronica held Betty up while, with one hand, she teased the blonde's hard nipples and, with the other hand, she played with Betty's increasingly slippery pussy.

"Aaaaa" Betty gave a small, low gasp.

Mr. Lodge gave a wicked smile. He lowered himself to the carpeted floor; he lay back with his head resting on a throw pillow. His huge cock stood like a pilar rising from his salt and pepper bush.

Veronica gently pushed Betty into position. The young blonde stood, legs wavering, over the naked man. Veronica slowly lowered her friend. Mr. Lodge's swollen cockhead pressed up into Betty's wet, slick, slit. The girl hesitated.

Veronica leaned foward, "Slide down, Betty! Let his cock fill you up!" she whispered.

Betty felt the hot meat pressed against her pussy. Her own juices were coating Veronica's father's cock. Her pussy tingled. She closed her eyes.