The revolving exits devour them and spit them into the damp streets. I watch them disperse into the city like a horde of vermin eager to distribute p...stilence. Through tinted glass they seem to be shadows, mere silhouettes of actual, breathing creatures. Groups of three spin into alleys and side streets, some climb wiry catwalks and vanish into the ceiling of fog. With their smell still thriving in my nostrils (gourmet coffee, crisp newsprint, and pine-scented shoe-polish) I wonder what. That was the sure sign of how deep her orgasm reached. I almost didn’t make it to my bathroom before I shot my load. Lord, how long was this going to go on. I wanted to stop it, but couldn’t.Friday, before “bath night” Chelsea showed up early afternoon, and once again, the ritual began. She went up to her room; I tried to resist going, but failed, miserably. I was feeling ashamed and depressed over my wonton feelings. It wasn’t as though I wanted to have sex with my daughter; I didn’t, but the. I expected her to be gone for some time. When Janine went out, Carla sat next to me and began running her hands over me, stroking my leg, kissing me on the neck and things like that. She told me about the cocaine, said that they had "plenty" and offered me some. I had vowed that I wasn't going to do this again, but I couldn't resist. Part of my motivation was, I think, that they were so far ahead of me and they were acting so wild that I had to do something to catch up. Not much of an excuse. I. Fortunately for Amy she does not know all the outcomes, which adds to theanticipation and ultimate pleasure. Eventually I request she turns back to face me. I swear her body is almostglowing with sexual tension. Her skin is flushed, she has goose pimples, andher little nipples are as firm as rocks (and it is not from the cold as theroom is very warm). Again I take in her body. Amy has admitted to me in the past that althoughboth of us frequently see each other naked, it is a totally different.