I became conscious of Peter's hand idly stroking my knee as we talked but I had to disturb him as I answered an urgent need to empty my bladder.When I...returned the boys had drifted into talking about their various experiences with girls. I sat back down with a replenished glass of wine and Peter resumed his position. Maybe the alcohol had loosened their tongues because the conversation became more and more explicit as they related some of their exploits.Peter's hand was starting to get more. Katie continues to dance slowly her arms up. “You wanted to know what I was thinking. Well, let me give you a clue as to what I am fucking thinking.” Nick pulls his shirt off. Then undoes his belt and pants. He pushes them down along with his boxers, exposing his hard thick cock to his teen daughter.Nick stands naked and tells his daughter, “Look at my cock you little fucking cunt.”Katie’s heart it racing, pounding in her chest. She looks, stares, at her dad’s big hard cock. Her eyes flash. Andrea could see her designer handbag and shoes. Her clothes looked expensive too. Her tanned skin was probably that way from visiting the famous tan salons Andrea had heard Darren talk about."So I told that woman at the shop to shut up because my shoes were better than hers," Kara said giggling loudly obviously telling Darren some lame story."Here you go. I brought you both some sandwiches," Andrea said never taking her eyes off Darren."Thanks Andrea, they look good!" Darren said. The nipples were still hard and protruded. I liked them myself. My right hand went automatically between my thighs. I was highly wet. My fingers easily found the right spot and closing my eyes I slowly rubbed the sensitive zone. It felt relieving. Then again the door bell rang. I stopped and opened the door to the maid servant. She looked at me and asked if I was feeling ok? I just nodded and went to room to dress.Whole night was a mixed feeling with intermittent sleep. Why and how such.