My face feels hot to the touch. I turn my head away from the other cubicles to stare at the palm of my hands. Why the hell am I crying? I'm fine. I wa... happy. I... a tear squeezes out to fall on my hand. I can almost feel my breath hitching, threatening an actual crying fit. I'm breathing fast and shallow and another tear creeps out, rolls across my flushed cheeks and falls. What's wrong with me? Ed's an asshole but that wasn't a big deal. I just... I squeeze my eyes shut and feel the tears. One of them turned and saw her and cheekily blew her a kiss which made her smile so she gave them a quick wave and went off to the shower.While she was in the shower she said that she got a bit aroused fantasizing about the thought of them being able to see her showering and imagining watching them masturbate while she put on a show. She said this had got her quite worked up so she quickly got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around herself, headed back to the bedroom hoping that they were. She had captured her rosy nipples between lavender tipped fingers and was twisting them in time with the panting of her breaths. Between her thighs, her clit was being devoured and suckled while a finger pumped in and out in search of that celebrated g-spot. Jeremy must have made a sound, because both women looked over at him with eyes hooded by mutual desire curtailed. As one, the pair smiled at him wickedly. The dark-haired, just-asking-to-be-pounded-so-hot-was-her-ass woman’s lips closed. After a dozen or so slow strokes, she came up for air. “Does that feel good, Dad?”“Honey,” I panted, “that feels great.”She giggled. “You have that cute look on your face again.”“What do you mean?”“I saw it in the living room earlier when I was stroking you. That look you got about a minute before you exploded all over the place,” she giggled.“I'm getting there.”“Good. I'm going to swallow it,” she said, lowering her lips to envelop me again.This was going to be the third time I'd cum today,.