The thought of it aroused me.I pulled up a few porn videos and watched some hotwife and threesomes as my cock hardened and the music played in the bac...ground. Thinking of her with someone else always gets me hard and it was easy to picture her in the videos as I pulled my cock out of my shorts and slowly began to stroke myself.Soon I was caught up in the lusty feelings as I sat back in the chair, put the phone on the patio and began using both hands to pleasure my aching cock. Slow strokes up. My penis has become as stone and she loves it as grasping and pounding it on her face. I have gone mad and approaching to 'finish'.Once she understands it, abruptly stops and says,"We said that you would sweep me, not me you" and lifts upright continuing to hold my dick and now knocking it on her well trimmed tawny pussy.Without even having get my cock inside her, she has made him soaked. A mixture of her juices and possibly pee remains.I give her a loud deep kiss in her mouth and on her neck,. I looked her over whenever I saw her, and it reminded me that I hadn’t had sex in a year. It also reminded me that I was looking at her as a sexual object, while I still looked at my daughter like a little girl. I wondered about that and how men in general looked at their daughters. Did we ever get over them being our ‘little girl’? I hoped I could see my daughter as an adult and treat her that way, but that she would still always be my little girl. She was my one remaining connection to the. I waved goodbye and my dirty mind thought of various kinds of ‘something fun’ for afterwards.I had just turned out most of the lights in the living room a few hours later, and was preparing to go snuggle up with Marcia in our bed when I saw the headlights of the young men’s car start to poke along my long driveway across the isthmus to my peninsular acreage. I thought about chatting with them, but then decided I’d see what happened when they came in. I went into the master bedroom area, and got.