I groaned into my father’s mouth, shivering as his hands slid down my back to cup my ass through my skirt. His fingers dug through the rustling silk... kneading me, pulling me tighter against his bulge.My hands moved down the front of his doublet, brushing the buttons as I moved lower and lower to what I craved. I didn’t need any foreplay. I dripped. My morning of frustration had left me ready. The hour I spent forcing Greta to pleasure me had buttered up my nasty cunt. My slattern hole craved. Have you ever fucked a complete stranger? No.She smiled and said were do you want to start. I said I am not sure it all makes my dick hard. She asked, would you like to watch me make a dick cum. I ask how. She said we should start slow. She said we would go to a bar with a dance floor. I will pick someone out. Dance with him and tease him on the dance floor, until he was so turned on he will cum as soon as I put my hand on his dick. I asked how she would touch his dick. She said right on. She was smiling and so was I.I said – I love you jaan.S- love you too jaanu. I have a surprise for you.R – wow. What is thatS- to have that, you to sit on ur knees and close ur eyesI was facing the wall. I sat on my knees and closed my eyes. After 2 minutes, she said – “jaanu, open your eyes”.As I opened my eyes, I was shocked to see the surprise she had for me.She was standing facing the wall and her back was towards me. Her big ass was just in front of my face and then she slightly poked it. I went upstairs, got my pajamas and hurried to the bathroom for that quick shower.Once behind the locked door, I immediately looked up at the hole. It was barely visible. "No," I thought to myself, "they'll never see it."I took a quick shower, and about two minutes into it, I realized something terrible. The damn glass shower door! I had looked through my new closet hole at that door five or six times that evening, imagining what a great angle I had into the shower. But shit! In less than three.