As Lydia cried out in pleasure my cock pulsated, then contracted and spewed cum onto the side of our house. I quickly scurried off somewhat ashamed of...myself, and yet strangely excited that I had actually jacked off watching Lydia play with herself.I had one arm folded over my eyes and was almost asleep so I didn't hear my door open nor did I know that anyone had entered my room. The first inkling that someone beside myself was in the room was when I felt my sheet rustle like there was a small. ‘You’ve got to divorce Roger first, Topsy. That’ll take a couple of months I’m sure. I’m very pleased to meet you young man!’ Estelle’s father said, switching his attention to Ted as he spoke and shaking Ted’s hand… maybe a little overenthusiastically. ‘You do realise what you’re taking on here, don’t you, young man?’ ‘I believe I do, yes, sir.’ Ted replied. A little surprised by Estelle’s father’s seemingly relaxed and enthusiastic greeting. But then Mr Warender fixed Ted with a stern. Deliberately she'd put on her stockings and her high-heeled shoes before sitting in the armchair and spreading her legs obscenely for me.I was already hard as I knelt before her and admired her beautiful little slit, the slit that I used to think was just for me!I wondered if she'd sat like that for him, legs wide apart, offering herself to him, offering her cunt?Did she cling to him sobbing with pleasure when he was fucking her?Who'd initiated it to begin with? Was it her, with her elfin like. Tears are forming at the corner of your eyes, spit coating my cock. You pull me in with each thrust. Your eyes meeting mine. You occasionally check the tv, waiting for your turn. I’m savouring the feeling of your lips and throat around me. The feel of you pulling into you. The sound. The look of pure lust in your eyes. Then suddenly you grip my hips and stop me and pull your lips off my cock.“My turn,” you say with a hint of victory. I glance at the tv, Steelers field goal.I look at.