I ask her so when did you masturbate last? she laughs and smiles , last night she says as she moves her hands to her thighs running them up and down o...ce or twice and then moving one right to her pussy she rubs the out side of her yoga pants.her hips respond and she takes a deep breath. I ask her how wet her pussy is ? dripping she says i can see a little wet spot on the grey fabric. i tell her to put her hand inside and she does with out hesition she starts moaning both her legs are streached. "I told mommy I was spending the night with a friend, but that fell through. Is it okay if I spend the night?" she said impishly, giving me the impression that her "friend" was one of the male variety. "Or course you can Princess" I replied, reverting to the name I'd called her throughout her childhood. I was about to continue when she interrupted"Uh, dad, can we pull over? I think I'm going to—" she croaked. Say no more! I quickly signaled and pulled over just in time for her to hang her head. A hunger for a cock in me and in my mouth. Filling me in every way. I am not sure what came over me, but I went wild. I could not get his cloths off of him fast enough. He had no problem getting both the sheer and silk dress off me. There I stood in just in my bra, thong and thigh highs and heels. Standing in front of a man I hand only meet a few hours ago. I could not believe what I was doing but it felt so right at the time. I had managed to get all but his underwear off. He sat on the bed. . uh ... Rose or Rachel or Samantha?" I never thought of that!" she said coyly, pressing a finger to her cheek. "They just said, 'not Carl.' Can't you just imagine having Rose and Rachel and Samantha in the hot tub with us? I would kill for Samantha's skin." The idea of you four in the hot tub with me is doing nothing for my condition." I couldn't have done that anyway. With five of us, I'm pretty sure it would no longer qualify as having a friend over and would be more like a party. They.