I knocked on the door and she told me to go away.After a few mins she opened the door and went in.The toilet was pretty small it was under the stairs ...n the house so we wer pretty close.She was crying so i had to reassure her i wasnt flirting.She was drunk and it wasnt gettin in to her head so i stood her up off the toilet and started kissing her.She was reluctant at first but got into it pretty quick.So i slipped my hand down her jeans and her pussy was so wet my finger slipped in straight. I could clearly see the effects that the Balls were having in stimulating the walls of her cunt and knowing Charlady's capacity for creating her cunt juices I could imagine them pouring from her cunt lips and being soaked up by the bottoms.As she neared her completion of the second five minutes she asked for permission to cum but I denied her this right at this point instead I ordered her to do 25 star jumps and delighted in watching her tits bounce and threaten to escape her loose fitting. Now, I’m not one to have a foot or a leg fetish, but I could not take my eyes off them for at least two full seconds. Stare at something for two full seconds. That is plenty of time for whoever you’re looking at, especially if they’re facing you, to notice that you are checking them out. This is what ultimately forced my gaze up, hoping that she hadn’t noticed. My eyes were hindered on their trek up her body by her breasts. I had no idea whether or not she was wearing a bra, but I will be. Dad walked over to the sliding door and opened it. It was freezing outside."Dad, what the hell?" Brian, are you sure?" Come on."He walked out the door onto the patio and into the snow, heading for the barrel. We followed, our feet freezing, nipples erect and not from excitement, goose bumps all over.Oh. My. God.Inside the barrel, so hot. So fucking hot. Dim light from a couple of 40-watt bulbs inside wire cages. Bucket of water and a dipper with a wooden handle beside a square thingy filled.