She had two fingers in her pussy. She was propped up on the pillows. Her legs spread, her eyes closed. I could hear the wet squelching sounds as she r...de her fingers.“Yes, dad, I did.” Should I add that I did the other thing he used to do when he shaved her?“Uh ... good ... good! Look, I can only guess how difficult this is for you. Since her stroke, she has been more ... I guess demanding is the best word.”“Dad, she keeps talking about what you guys did when you shaved her.”I heard a choking. Les rubbed them soothingly, smearing the blood. I unrolled the old army blanket I brought and spread it out on the hard floor. ?Lie down, baby.? Leslie’s voice was soft now. ?On your back.? She reached in her bag and came out with a small tube of AstroGlide, the lubricant that was to gays what WD-40 is to auto mechanics. She rubbed a liberal amount into Meredith’s slit, getting the lips good and slick then massaging her clit until the prone woman’s hips started to move. . But that did not matter when my blonde tormentor was stroking the upper part of my bulge, making me gasp and whine.She was laying next to me, her head on my shoulder, her hair on my chest. "I love your boxers, or what I have seem of them so far," she whispered in my ear. "They are hot. They show off your muscles real nice. You are sexy, my pet." There goes the fourth," the blonde giggled at the webcam as she opened yet another button. "Can you believe he is still not moving? I guess he has. She reached for my hands and pulled me up to her. She pulled my shorts down freeing my very erect cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and placed it between her legs. It slid between her pussy lips. She gasped as she felt the head slide over her clit. Our hips began to move back and forth. My cock was sliding in and out between her lips. We both looked down to watch this erotic spectacle. She moaned each time the head of my cock rubbed her clit. Our hips moving together, my cock slipping.