Why would I everwant to see someone else's cock? Yet why couldn't I resist the idea of agorgeous woman like Camille with a throbbing erection sprouti...g from hercrotch?After I couldn't bring myself to respond Camille reached out and wrappedher hand around the bottle that I had set down on the table. She strokedher dainty, feminine, manicured fingers up the bottle and swirled onefinger in circles around the mouth."I'll tell you what," she smiled, "I'll go to the bathroom, last stall.If you want. So on the trip back, my father proceeded to tell Jessica about the time I put a frog down Marcia McClellan's blouse. Jessica was having a good time laughing.That was until we pulled into the apartment complex driveway. She became very quiet at that point."Jessica," my father said in a no nonsense voice, "every one of us has said unpleasant things to our parents." I haven't." Maybe there hasn't been anything worth fighting for," he said as he stopped the car. As though what he'd just said was. I said so what do you want me to do about it? She took my hand and put it under her skirt, her pantyless pussy was soaking wet. I said sweetheart I can't fuck you right now I have guest. She said it wouldn't be nice to leave them out. I shook my head, OH NO I said, you aren't thinking of a gang bang are you? She smiled and turned me around and shoved me toward the den.When I entered the den the guys asked if they had to go home? Oh no I said, it's all OK. I sat back down and picked up my beer.. My hands were shaking as I massage her feet. She seems to likethat. She looked straight into my eyes."Yes may do just that. So If I were you, I do a good job on my feet. Mmmmmmmshit. Look at my biceps wimp. Look how strong they are. Yea that feels good.Nice that I always get to run into wimps like you"I looked up at her and sucked her feet. Her other foot smoosh my nose makingme smell it. I kissed under the plan of her feet and massage the toes. I sobadly wanted to touch myself then and there..