Then Tricia was back at the tableside, handing something over to me.“Would you mind taking care of this for me?” she asked and pushed a small wad ...nto my hand. The yellow polka dots gave it away; she had handed me her thong panty. I looked up from my hand to see her smiling. “I’m getting the check; did you want another coffee?” I asked.“No, I'm pretty full on everything.” Tricia settled into the banquette opposite me. “Is there enough breakfast left for leftover night?”“Not really on my. "Now... body lotion?" In the bathroom dear" said her mother, pointing.Megan went into the bathroom. "This isn't body lotion" said Megan. "It's baby oil." Next to it, dear. To the right. Yes." said Valerie.Megan left and, after another fifteen minutes of painting Valerie told Robby to go to bed. She was tired too, and relaxed from her bathroom masturbatory session. When she got to bed herself, she surrendered again and allowed herself one more orgasm, achieved more slowly. It was painfully. Still not her hands. ‘Your feet!’ you realize. She continues to fondle your dick, with both feet pressed together forming a small opening for you to fuck. She adds pressure to all sides off your cock and slowly strokes you as much as she is able to maneuver with her feet. It is a great feeling. You fail to warn her this time and you erupt. Having been teased and denied this long, you would swear your ejaculate reached the ceiling fan. You couldn’t see to confirm, so you can believe whatever you. She slipped back into bed beside us, taking a firm grasp on my erection before purring "happy Fathering Sunday, luv"We had met and married when she was only 30, having given birth to Debbie at 16, so now they looked more like sisters than mother and daughter on holiday at the nude beaches.I never asked my step-daughter when she had lost her virginity or who took it, but suspected her real father who revisited Angela when not in prison, to beat her up or take whatever he fancied.Debbie was often.